She plays her guitar
waiting in the rain.
She's lost herself
for someone else's gain.
Now her eyes are glazed from another night
just wasting away.
She makes a living, just enough to get by.
The only thing you see in her eyes
are the tears that she cries.
Her home is in her heart where she
beats at the walls.
She follows her story,
her savior calls.
She's another missing link,
another story untold.
Another sacrifice
to the greater good,
another problem to behold.
Where she'll end up, nobody knows. They just watch her as they pass her wandering in the store
until it's time to close.
