Dawn breaks, she wakes Runs to work in bare feet Torn dress, wears less To afford enough to eat Long day, factory Blistered hands, tired mind Street is cold, town is old Alleys smell like cheap wine And the night never ends The rest of us don't understand And she scans the crowd for friendly faces But she turns up short in all these places Why? Why can’t we see what’s in front of us? Are we too blind? Have we closed our eyes To the reality of life? Shorn hair, blank stare Wanders Paris till she’s lost Moonbeams, broken dreams Shivers in the winter frost Thin hands, weak grasp Crying out through cracked lips Dark eyes, black skies Waiting for the apocalypse