The Legend of Julie Faye
Her name was Julie Faye.
She was a little runaway.
She ran from home, the scene was bad.
Beaten by her mom, molested by her dad.
She fled to the streets she had no choice.
At least out there she had a voice.
Just thirteen and on her own.
Neither love nor kindness was ever shown.
No childhood life could she expect.
And no expectations as to what life would offer to her next.
Panhandling on the street was the way to eat.
But it’s a dead end road this life on the street.
Eating out of a dumpster sometimes was the only way.
To feed yourself, stay alive for just one more day.
Little Julie reached a point where her sanity broke.
The streets just too hard for a lot of folk.
On the overpass she stood with no good memories at all.
As she climbed up on the railing I said be careful you’ll fall.
Well she smiled for the first time since we had met.
She said I’m gonna do it, do you want to bet.
And before I could stop her she threw herself to the street.
Julie Faye I’m gonna miss you, you were just too kind and sweet.
Julie why did you go and do that don’t you know that’s wrong?
I’m sorry I didn’t see it coming, I didn’t know you weren’t that strong.
Well good luck to you Julie wherever your at.
I guess I’ll take your bedroll you won’t be a needing that.
Good Luck Julie !
Copyright © Ronald Bingham | Year Posted 2007
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