There she sits...

There she sits,all alone
She has no one to console
her,to feel her pain.
As wisps of her dirty hair,
Fly across her face,
She counts the days.
The days she spent on the road
The people who ignored her;
There were loads!
All her happiness gone with the blink of an eye,
All her life became a lie.

Why was she abandoned on the street?
To bear the bitter cold,the terrible heat?
Did no one feel for her?
Did she have no mother or father?
The pain destroyed her from inside,
Sometimes she wished she died!

Another traffic jam to start her day,
Another group of people shooing her away.
She begs, she tries, she really does
But who cares for her?No one does.
The cars drive off, she's alone
No one's there to see her moan.

The people walking about
Some give her a penny or two,no doubt.
But is that enough to heal her soul?
Or give her a piece of food as a whole?
People laugh,they point and stare
At her clothes,her face, her hair.
The pain kills her from inside,
Sometimes she really wished she died.

There she sits,its late at night,
She looks up at the sky and sighs,
Another day in her life gone by......