I saw her yesterday holes in her face.
Glass in her hand. A hold I cant embrace.
She used to be someone's child. But now the streets call her by name.
I couldn't stay to long. For maybe I would have remembered
where she belongs. But, she... she belongs nowhere she is none thing. She just a ******. Looking, there always ******* looking! That's why they cant have anything. Not even themselves.  
I like to hear  from her now and again. You know, just to make sure she alive. Alive, how funny that is!  If that's living I bear witness to
a corpse.
Awe, she was always a runner. Run baby run. You have no place to go. Circles, circles. circles.You just digging your own grave. Its always ground hog day your just going around the block.
Isn't it hard bashing your head.
Words she cant hear my WORDS. I lost her she cant find me.
I would love to take her by the hand. And let her remember the time we used to walk this land.
If she could feel my heart, I might have a chance. But, there no way
when .... when there's nothing. Nothing to behold. Her mind racing.
There's so much to do. She's very busy you know.
Ya,.. like most when there's nothings left to lose.