Story Behind the Song
Solutions came about many years ago when I was in New Delhi doing a research project. I took auto-rickshaws everywhere I went – these are three-wheeled taxis, which zip around India’s cities. One morning on my way to an appointment, a young girl came up to me at a traffic light and offered me something. I cannot remember now what it was, but it was the last thing in the world that I could possibly want or need. It was her way of surviving and making it through her life. I was so totally overcome with emotion at her plight – and indeed the plight of so many homeless children all over the world. Before I could do or say anything, the light turned green and in an instant, she was gone. I cried quietly all the way to my meeting. I wished I could have said something to her or bought what it is that she was selling. This song is my way of remembering her and our encounter.
Lyrics
We didn’t want to beg or steal
We sell plastic flowers in the street each day
And we use our little selling deal
To make our tough ends meet
I can dream, but what’s the use
I’ve learned I’ve been dealt a certain card
It seems I’ve got a few more years of abuse
Before I rest my weary heart
Can you find no solutions to my problems, my friend?
Can’t you see I’m ill equipped to help myself?
I just want to hold my head up high
Take a little piece of life for myself
My sister’s got our little brother on her arm,
She works the streets as I do
She’s ten but hasn’t seen the inside a school
Probably wont see her fifteenth year….
Can you find no solutions to my problems, my friend?
Can’t you see I’m ill equipped to help myself?
I just want to hold my head up high
Take a little piece of life for myself
So in your heart, can you find
A little space for me?
When you drive up in your fancy car
and see me on my street,
Roll down your window, look into my ancient eyes
and say:
Hello, how are you my friend?
Hello, what do you have there my friend?
Hello, what’s your name,
Hello, nice day were having
Hello
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