The Eyes of a Prostitute
Looking at the streets so empty and bare
just reminded me of the pain and despair
I see a young girl at the corner while she wait
For a car to pull up but thats not her date
Then she stepped into that car all nicely dressed
But will come back tomorrow even more depressed
She does it every friday and all the next day
As a high school drop out theres a price to pay
Selling herself is the only thing left to do
It just breaks my heart if only she knew
If she could look into my past and see what ive been thru
Then she'd be free at last and make her dreams come true
Copyright © Kaitlyn Cowan | Year Posted 2012
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