Walk down a lonely path
dirt leads its silent wrath.
broken dreams-busted seams
a tear of sorrow.goodbye to tomorrow.
hello to the world i don\'t call home
why am i so alone
a hit--this sh**
dirty clothes holes in the shoes
a life some little girl didn't get to chose
fifty cents an hour is all she gets
she cry\'s as shes looking at her daughter shiver as she sits
a cold shower
milk went sower
Homeworks a little past late only cause her father chose hate
laughs of pain still after nine years little girl still playing the same dumb game.
stares of confusion and disappointment only if she could kill her fathers rejoyicement
half past four she goes home only to find the rumors true her mother is a who**
goes into her closet like room
starts crying in gloom
staring at the cracks in the walls,wholes in the ceiling the carpet well its still peeling
she falls asleep with her long worn clothes wakes up at five am..
its time she stopped giving that same day she........
walked down a crowded path stones of gold lighted its wonderful wrath
started dreams sown seams
wiped tears hello ..new tomorrow
