There is a little girl who needs our help Who crawls into the darkness to escape from the terror of the night. She walks alone, the streets of Philly, reaching for a hand that isn’t hers Reaching for a savior who will take her from this place. Only eleven, she was thrown out on the streets… Her mother never loved her; her father made her bleed Her brother often raped her; her sister was a whore Her life has been spent crying… Drowning in her own pool of tears. People walk by never noticing the ragged shawl she wears The stained, ripped skirt… Her eyes full of fear. Thirteen now… Her life is ruined Damned to roam the streets, She carries on; fate is blinding, never knowing where to turn. She stares at you with empty eyes; she knows neither love nor hate The people who said they cared for her, turned their backs and walked away… The pimp walks up to her and trashes her mind Disguising what she needs, He offers a better life, one that will not set her free… She sleeps around to get money, still as sad as one can be She gives her life away and dies right at your feet. No one shows up at the funeral… Not the pimp who sold her off, nor the family of wrongdoing You walk on past the little girl; not knowing you could have saved her life.Birth sign: Scorpio
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