She was an angel without wings
who roamed 'lone about the streets
with nothing but a can
and dirt on her hands.
Cars and trucks were here friends,
friends who'd lead her to her end.
Knocking on windows was her hobby
Oh, but how she wished she could study.
She'd walk all day,
she'd walk a long way.
She'd beg all night,
just to have something to bite.
Beside her sorows,
Behind her grief,
for every life she borrows,
she breathes a sigh of relief
Beyond the darkness
in the stillness of the night,
she whispers in silence,
"Everything will be all right."
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