Preferred Band/Artist: Straatligkinders
Verse 1:
The girl grew up with Mom and Dad
Who loved and cherished their dear child
So sad to say they got divorced
But Dad stayed in the neighbourhood
He loved her still as best he could
Chorus:
I have a story, you have a story
We are a community
But do we care well for one another?
Please, God, then let my story
Be a bridge of love
Verse 2:
Disaster struck and broke her heart
She rose one morning unaware
That Mom had died and had to learn
Her only Dad – she had no clue!
Was not her dad, though all she knew
Verse 3:
Her dad of flesh and blood appeared
But this man had a heart of stone
He sought to gain from their sore loss
Although he never cared a dime
He fooled the judge yet one more time
Verse 4:
This fraudulence sure did not pay
Since he misjudged insurance rules
The foster mom, who craved the grant
Was sly and cunning as can be
She charmed the welfare with her tea
Verse 5:
The foster home, the so-called aid
Was yet the cru ’lest place of all!
Did not one neighbour care to know
Or hear a hint of ghastly cries?
Was no one wise to smell the lies?
Bridge:
Danger, drugs, abuse and prostitution,
Rape and violent gangs, no restitution!
Justice system, what do you do?
God, please, help us all!
Verse 6:
This girl soon ended up on street
Because she’d fled from the abuse
How can one fathom the despair?
Poor judgment cast, as we should know
Had brought calamity and woe
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