She sells her body on cold dark nights

She sells her body on cold dark nights

She stands there in the foggy mist,

A shadow where the streetlights twist,

Hands outstretched, a silent plea,

To men with eyes too dark to see.

The night is cold, her voice is thin,

Hope worn down like weathered skin,

Coins fall like rusted drops of rain,

Feeding hunger, numbing pain.

In the alleys dark and cold,

For money, men take her,

While some pay, some take it Free.

She to numb to cry,

she needs cash to live doesn’t she?