Why is it that I can be fully clothed…
But still feel naked around you.
And only you.
I can have a face fully of makeup.
But you still see every imperfection.
I tried putting shades on.
Buy you still saw that one tear.
Precious conceived on the third floor of an abandoned building.
Bundled up in a raggedy cloth hanging on by a thread.
Left lonely crying in the cold on an empty stoop.
Why is it that something so precious
Is left unloved.
She was born into a cruel world,
It’s like I’m all alone in the world
Going down every dark alley
Trying to find humanity
But no one is there
And it’s dark
I haven’t seen the light in days
Maybe a couple of years now
I just want to see a glimpse of the light
Maybe something like the…