"As I sit, staring at nobody there who cares"
I dream of when I was a child of five
So happy and free sitting on my daddy’s knee
Until the day my mother went away,
Too ashamed to say,” I am the mother of this child”.

Dad tried his best to teach me how to read and write
But soon realized there was something wrong with me.
My eyes could not recognize the letters-a b c
So now can you see what this means -
The idiot that cannot read or write.

I'm sent to a special school
Where there are others crying
Lost and lonely, waiting to see
Who will come and visit us
This Sunday, on the yellow bus,

Where every day is another day
As we laugh and play
But everything gets in the way
When we try to hide away,
Where we are not allowed to play.

Today my teacher baked a cake for me
She said it was my birthday,
A very special day
For a boy like me.
But my father, he never visits anymore.

I cannot read or write
But I draw a lot,
Pencil pictures of my mom and dad
And the house where I lived
Hiding in the night, too afraid to see the light.

Tomorrow! “I don’t want to be me”
I want to teach myself
To be a man and have a wife
And children, even if they cannot read and write.
Then I will teach them how to draw like me.

Today! God blessed my family and me.
No longer do we have to walk
That dirty road to heaven.
The road is now paved with gold
For we have eyes and faith to see

"The Glory of Another Day".