She walks alone, hands up in front,
Her eyes are bright, with holding in the tears.
Her lips so firm and full, she sings as she walks.
Many smile to her but the warmth does not reach their eyes.
The guys look over and see just a toy and lick their lips in anticipation.
Her hair is around her face, casting a shadow on her features.
She walks slumped, facing the ground, she knows it won’t be long til she kisses it.
She looks young and healthy but inside, she slowly dies.
And as she is surrounded by so many people…she is alone.
