In the shadows, the streetwalker toils,
Her heels echo on cold stone.
She sings because she must, her voice
A melody both sad and sweet,
Born from the very act of being.

Oh, if ever I could capture
In my verses what she imparts
To the night through her labor,
I might lose the path
To my own varied destinies.

Chorus:
She sings because she must,
in the silence of the night,
A melody of sorrow, a heart in flight.
With every note, her soul takes flight,
But oh, the darkness still holds her tight.

Verse 2:
Her voice, a lullaby for broken dreams,
In the alleys where the lost souls scream.
She wears a smile that hides her pain,
In the pouring rain, she walks again.

Bridge:
And in her song, a tale of woe,
Of love long lost, and hearts aglow.
Yet in her eyes, the tears still flow,
A silent plea, for hope to grow.

There’s a profound unity
In this unthinking, reasonless act,
And even as she sings, she walks
The streets with rhythmic reality…
But who will cleanse my heart?

:: 08.05.2024 ::