She stands alone

On an empty cornor 

Nothing around 

But trash scattered on the street

People pass by 

but they never look down 

to the crying girl 

With no shoes for her feet 

 

Her eyes are red 

tracks of tears down her cheeks 

An empty belly 

that cries for relief 

 

She is an angel 

WIth a broken wing 

A bent halo 

lost in a world 

Where no one gives a damn 

If she lives or dies 

 

I walked on by 

without a care in the world 

I saw her standing there 

And I walked on past 

 

She begged for dollar 

I gladly handed over 

A little smile 

That doesn't meet her eyes 

 

I didn't stop the next 

I left her for dead 

I ignored her tears 

Ignored her pleas

wrapped up in my own little place 

 

But it was I who cried 

When they found her in the street.