through the alleys in the middle of the night,
there are only a couple of them
so we see her all the time.
Her face glows blue,
so blue like the moon.
her face glows with sadness and neglect.
Her feet are bare but she doesn't seem to care,
I would care if my feet were bare...
Yet she shivers, so discretely it's almost
Somehow I just see through into the night
She has my pity from afar, and I don't even know her name