She whispers what she doesn't want you to hear.
Her eyes live in her greatest fear.
Tormented and abused, the feelings of being used.
Where were you when all this came into her life?
A young child, found carrying a knife.
She walks the streets hungry, with nothing on her feet.
She stares at everyone passing by, hoping that a gentle heart is who she meets.
When your alone, searching for a home, fear is the way you greet.
She sleeps in the basement of a run down building about to fall.
If something happens, who is she to call.
She will walk the streets every day until she finds a home.
Nobody is her friend, she travels all alone.
Maybe someday she will get lucky and find a gentle soul.
Right now no one is to be trusted, that is her goal.
Everyday there are children suffering, this is not fair.
Reach out your hand to a passerby, show them that you care.
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