STREET BOY:           Love your nightie
                     So dark but brightening
                     Designs-stars and moon
                     Today we will sleep like loons
THE SKY:              Thanks dear, Saw you during the day
                      Hauling distances with your drays
                      Saw you thirsty, so I cried down tears
                      Saw you burning, so I stopped the sun
STREET BOY:            So caring of you
                      Wish you could cry down manna
                      Today, was no market day
                      No Woman to do me charity
                      Haunting across the backyards
                      Brought no left-overs
                      Tonight you sleep with an empty lover
  
THE SKY:               That makes me sad
                       But joyful because
                       All these make you stronger
                       And prepared for the elevation ahead
                       A resident behind me, called God
                       Has promised to change your destiny
                       He said, grow up this way
                       But you will die on top of the world
STREET BOY:  Tears in my eyes
                      Oh my dear sky, 
                      Indeed beyond you is my limit
                      God, heard about that man
                      But only the clothed and elite meet him
                      In that magnificent structure, church
                      I was there last week Sunday
                      The Ushers mistook me for a mad boy
                      Perhaps because of my best outfit
                  Will be pronounced evil, if I go with my normal wear
                      He must be a wonderful man
             Had thought of stealing cloths to meet him coming sunday
THE SKY:      You don't need cloths
                      You don't need church
                      You don't need money
                      In fact he is your secret friend
                      He spoke with you yesterday
                      And he is speaking to you now.
                      Am his foot mat.
                      He is right here with us.
                      Tell him you love him, if you do
STREET BOY:            Love you Mr. God
                      Please if you are here, then touch me
                      I need no huge amount of money
                      I need no elegant house
                      I need no degrees in school
                      I badly need love, parental love
                     
THE SKY:             Am getting wet
                     His tear drops are falling on me
                     He also loves you
                     He wants your future to be a miracle
                     Moved from worst to best
                     (street boy cuts in-why are frowning with clouds)   
                     God weeps so bad, am soaked
                     I need to squeeze them on you
                     No, no, no, don't hide
                     His tears are blessings
                     It doesn't wet you
                     But soaks you with benedictions of tomorrow
                     Tomorrow you will: 
                     Wake up employed
                     Wake up in suit
                     Wake up feeding the hungry
                     Wake up singing 'IT IS WELL'
                     Wake up a role model
                      Let's sleep my dearie                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    