Street Walker

**not written about me personally**

When I'm walking on my own down a winding old road
When I'm sitting all alone in my makeshift old home,
I'm afraid of the darkness,
I see terror in the night,
But I know you're beside me,
And all will be right.

People judge me,
People hate,
They say it's my fault,
They say I deserve it,
But they'll never know me,
Never know my story
Never know the story of how the street walker came to be,
Came to be me.