She walks the road alone at night
she sees no one to hold her light
she has no where or place to call home
so all she can do is write this poem
i have no fear and yet no hope
my only money is from selling dope
i cry to sleep in pillow tears
because in my mind this is not fear
i have friends who aren't so great
they have taught me to live this way
so if i were to die tomorrow would anyone know
I'll guess that thing will have to be proved when it's in it's process of show
