She wanders down the Broadway
her bottle in her hand
she stares ahead oblivious of
everybody's stare
she was someone else's baby once
how did she get there?
She falters, regains her composure
her pride she feels intact
she doesn't care about others views
she enjoys her life
her hair is looking lank now,make up
is a mess, yet to her she looks OK
used to be a wife.
She's feeling slightly tired now, thinks
she'll take a rest
hasn't eaten much at all never had the
time, her friend, her pal is always there
always by her side, feels no hunger
with him around she will be just fine.
She finds some screwed up paper by a
garbage can, this will do her for a bed
until another time,
she lays her head down under the stars
in the midnight sky
people look, poke fun at her she knows
not the reason why.
Then suddenly the fire of pain
washes over her, the friend has
left, she is alone for once the
world stands still, she feels the softness
of the feathers as they carry her above to
the person who has, always shown her love.
But she had never known that
too intent you see, on her friend
who lived in the bottle
blinding her soul to the truth, to hope
to Life itself.
My child your here with me now
never to know again
fear, despair, despondency
or any other pain, never more the
laughing stock, never more the fool.
