Charity Change (undated)
Alone, she sits in misery
Broken, torn, she invites company
All by herself she can't deal with the pain
Of being mistreated and abused again
White-knuckled she beats the furniture
Begging for release in an overture
Bored, she smokes another
Sold, auctioned by her fucking mother
She can't figure out what she's doing wrong
It's like lyrics out of a tearful song
At the age of nine, she was aged ten years
Her tender young face shows lines of tears
Crammed, a lifetime into seventeen
Damned, another bottle empty
There are dried blood stains on her tattered clothes
The only way from here is up, she knows
Helpless, hopeless, must find a way out
Her shattered-dream frown silently shouts