Sweet Child of Mine
On the streets of Chicago,
a lone person roams.
Quiet and shy, she walks hunched over.
She moves slowly, counting her steps,
taking in every sight.
The wind blows her hair back
as she struggles not to cry,
for she is lost, this sweet child of mine.
a lone person roams.
Quiet and shy, she walks hunched over.
She moves slowly, counting her steps,
taking in every sight.
The wind blows her hair back
as she struggles not to cry,
for she is lost, this sweet child of mine.