In an alleyway just down the street,
Huddles a ragged and dirty child.
Hoping the demons in his memories,
Will let him rest for a little while.
Trying in vain, to catch a glimpse,
Of the happy boy he used to be.
Seeing only what he has now become,
So lost in his pain and his misery.


Further still, down that same dark street,
Stands a once beautiful woman in tears.
Shivering in the cold dark night,
Fighting a losing battle with her fears.
The sound of an engine breaks the quiet,
So she quickly dries her face,
And slowly walks toward the idling car,
With a shadow of her former grace.

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