Roxanne

Devoid of emotion and feeling,
She wanders the streets late at night,
Some say shes merely a spiritless ghost,
Forever trapped in this world,
Wanting to turn off that red light.

Stripped of her God-given hope and faith,
Her soul is frozen, hollow and bare,
Look into her eyes,
Deep into her beautiful brown eyes,
And you shall see that nothing is there.

It wasnt always like this for her,
Once upon a time she had a heart,
But she sold it to some cold-blooded jerk,
Her first man,
And he tore her all apart.

So she walks the streets for money,
Or just something to make her whole,
For someone to take her in,
To mend her broken wings,
And cleanse her tainted soul.

Beautiful, skinny little Roxanne,
Far too pure and dangerously sweet,
She was never meant for this cruel world,
Yet now she is trapped and bound,
All she can do is weep.