The Widow

The Widow At sixteen she is a widow She is still a kiddo With a baby in her arm Life will be no charm She’s now like her brother Who has a child without a mother His wife chose the street Killed as she was standing beat But now she must look after herself Not wanting to sit on the shelve. Now she has a great need her baby she must feed Selling her body for her baby with her that’s no maybe Her baby must eat and that’s a job she’ll meet. After 2 years on the streets A member of the gang she meets Initially they fall for each other Not knowing he killed his mother Very soon he starts beating her She now works for him in fear He was found in an alley dead He was shot in the head. She realises in her life of sorrow she will remain a widow. She takes her baby she must feed. So, she moves back to the street