Bitter winds tearing through her skin ,
Searching in solitude on empty streets .
Hiding in booths when lightning strikes ,
Waiting for men who want her for a night .

A couple of joints a few dollars treat ,
Have a place to sleep or a meal to feed ,
That night she'd spend with that men to please .

Never felt the warmth of home ,
A bed with no other bodies in it .
Shivering at slightest summer breeze ,
Plenty of junk no proper food to eat .
Her plight she keeps ,
Her pain she bleeds .

It's ever only been about survival ,
Who knew someday there'd came a daughter .
The lonely girl awaiting daddy's visit ,
Praying to god hoping mummy could quit .

A broken family a mother on loan ,
Two shattered souls bleeding ,
Heart's turned to stone .