She stares to her reflection in the glass, hair...
"Ready to run?" Her sister jokes as she...

"I don't properly know how to save a life...
He says under his tainted nicotine breath...

Down in the dark dirty streets lays a man,
Afraid of himself with no one to lend a hand...

You pushed her around, bruised and broke her,
She hits the ground, looks up with tears in her...

Standing with mascara running down her face,
She looks to herself in the mirror, a pitiful...

Smiling with integrity, she colored a crayola sky,
Baby blue, to match her Mother's bright eyes...

With tears in her blue eyes, she sat still,
On her Grandpa's lap, while thinking...

"He's a mess of a dreamer", that's what...
When they'd see him standing there, day after day...

Four a.m. and she lays restlessly,
A heart beating sorrows to me...

Smiling with composure she sat back,
Looking to the golden stars...

Her breath is tainted with nicotine and whiskey,
And she laughs as she says: "Look at...

Down in the dark dampened street,
Where thirty-fourth and second meet...