Love On Her Arms

I see who you are Behind the clothes and smile. I want to help because I care, But that’s just not your style. Alone you roam the streets, Independent and strong. But you’re stuck beneath the sheets, As another man comes along. I wish I could make a difference But you refuse and move along All you see is imperfection, And believe you don’t belong. Your beauty knows no end And your heart has no bounds So many messages I wish I could send, But you’re stuck beneath the clouds. I look forward to seeing you again, Even if you don’t care. You’re on your own again And all I can do is stare.