- He walks the streets at midnight,
- The shadows are his friend,
- He shivers from the cold,
- And wishes for the end.
- He wonders how he got here,
- How life had gone so wrong,
- Just a day ago they loved him,
- He had a loving home.
- His body now feels nothing,
- He's numb from the bitter cold,
- How could this ever happen.
- To someone twelve years old.
- What choices have I got?
- I have no place to stay?
- I really don't understand it,
- All I did was say, "I'm gay."
- His tears had all but ended,
- Decisions must be made.
- "Do you think that guy will hurt me?
- Do you think he'll really pay?"
- Perhaps he'll see I'm hungry,
- And keep me all the night.
- I hope he's not an angry guy,
- The type who likes to fight.
- They're children made for hugging.
- They're not some human toy.
- I wish I'd found him earlier,
- He's not a throw away boy.