A nameless child runs fast
down the road to ruin
cursing life all the time
everything and everyone
to survive she must be tough
and never give much thought at all
to where she will be at the end
of her sad, worthless life

She finds there's only misery
wherever she does go
she's always tired and lonely
in the arms of strange men
who pay to be her friend a while
in return for good deeds
she performs in some dark rooms
of certain cheap motels

And she knows ......
the devil's got her number
tonight if she went under
she wouldn't care at all
Yet she wonders .....
if she'll find absolution
beyond this world's confusion
and if God's real at all

But some cold night embracing
some man seeking her pleasure
from her own lips there will escape
the slightest breath of prayer
conceived in pain, her faith is born
of ultimate despair
exhaling a redemptive call
"God help me if you're there."