The orphan sits on the pavement His heart full of fear and woe His parents were killed in the bombardment, The bombardment of the bloody war. The orphan sits on the pavement, A locket hangs round his neck. On the back is an inscription__ 'With Love from Mum and Dad'. The orphan sits on the pavement, A beautiful picture in his mind. The picture of his parents, A likeness no one can find. As the blue dome darkens The street lights come to life. He has no friends to go to He knows not even strangers in his life. The orphan sits on the pavement. Happiness unknown to his heart. His parents were killed in the bombardment. The bombardment of that guilty war.