The Lonely Girl's Story
I had been watching a lonely teenage girl, walk these streets alone.
Had seen her every day for a year, and my, how she'd grown.
She didn't speak to anybody, not a single soul.
And her eyes told a story, of a life spinning out of control.
One day I went up to her, I asked if she needed some change.
And I didn't realize it then, that it must have seemed strange.
But she looked at me and shook her head, then she started to cry.
She spoke words that gave me chills, after I had asked why.
"Sir, I don't want your money, I want the change to come from life.
Because right now, I'm losing everything I believe in, to drugs and a knife.
See, there's somebody I can't give up on, yet I have no reason for it.
No matter how many reasons they give me to walk away, I just can't quit.
I've been lied to by this person, and sir, this person was a cheat.
But if you were to ask me, I'd say he's one of the best people you'd ever meet.
He just makes mistakes, that's all.
He hides behind his twenty foot high wall.
It's getting very hard to climb over, as he makes it higher every day.
But sir, he's the only thing I've got left to believe in, so I try like Hell anyway.
I'm sure you don't understand, because I don't quite understand it either.
But no matter what anybody says, he keeps me in line, he keeps me a believer.
Fate works in funny ways, and I'm just walking these streets to see.
If she'll help me help him, if she'll just listen to me."
I looked at her as tears filled my eyes, and asked her when she last had sleep.
"I'll sleep when everything's okay, when I'm not in this so deep.
When everything's gone, and we've reached the light at the end.
When I know he's safe, and the drugs haven't stolen my best friend."
Tears ran down my cheeks, she had spoken the words of a poet.
All to a stranger, and you could tell she just wanted to forget.
But her weight shifted, from side to side.
And she looked around, as if looking for a place to hide.
"I should be getting home, I'm sorry for all of my talking.
I should be getting home, but I'm just going to keep walking.
Thank you for listening, it meant more than you think.
I was actually on my way, to a disastrous brink.
But you stopped me just in time, I'll take it as a sign.
Maybe, just maybe, everything will be fine."
And I gave the girl a hug before she walked away, not caring what she thought.
Because it was clear, she knew more than I did about the pain this life had brought.
Had seen her every day for a year, and my, how she'd grown.
She didn't speak to anybody, not a single soul.
And her eyes told a story, of a life spinning out of control.
One day I went up to her, I asked if she needed some change.
And I didn't realize it then, that it must have seemed strange.
But she looked at me and shook her head, then she started to cry.
She spoke words that gave me chills, after I had asked why.
"Sir, I don't want your money, I want the change to come from life.
Because right now, I'm losing everything I believe in, to drugs and a knife.
See, there's somebody I can't give up on, yet I have no reason for it.
No matter how many reasons they give me to walk away, I just can't quit.
I've been lied to by this person, and sir, this person was a cheat.
But if you were to ask me, I'd say he's one of the best people you'd ever meet.
He just makes mistakes, that's all.
He hides behind his twenty foot high wall.
It's getting very hard to climb over, as he makes it higher every day.
But sir, he's the only thing I've got left to believe in, so I try like Hell anyway.
I'm sure you don't understand, because I don't quite understand it either.
But no matter what anybody says, he keeps me in line, he keeps me a believer.
Fate works in funny ways, and I'm just walking these streets to see.
If she'll help me help him, if she'll just listen to me."
I looked at her as tears filled my eyes, and asked her when she last had sleep.
"I'll sleep when everything's okay, when I'm not in this so deep.
When everything's gone, and we've reached the light at the end.
When I know he's safe, and the drugs haven't stolen my best friend."
Tears ran down my cheeks, she had spoken the words of a poet.
All to a stranger, and you could tell she just wanted to forget.
But her weight shifted, from side to side.
And she looked around, as if looking for a place to hide.
"I should be getting home, I'm sorry for all of my talking.
I should be getting home, but I'm just going to keep walking.
Thank you for listening, it meant more than you think.
I was actually on my way, to a disastrous brink.
But you stopped me just in time, I'll take it as a sign.
Maybe, just maybe, everything will be fine."
And I gave the girl a hug before she walked away, not caring what she thought.
Because it was clear, she knew more than I did about the pain this life had brought.