Honor

If you see her on the street
You should greet her with care
Don't end up in her sheets
You can't escape there

With cream on her face
And cuts on her legs
She's fallen from grace
On this corner she begs

She can't afford the pills
To take her out of her head
And so to pay the bills
She sells out her bed

With heat in her veins
And bruises under cover
She'll ignore every pain
She'll take every lover

Oh, God, she's so sweet
Yet she takes every blow
How'd she end up on the street
With nowhere to go

With hate in her heart
And greed on her mind
She'll make pain an art
And leave the future behind

They found her body last night
Sprawled out across on the floor
But try as they might
They could only see a *****

With love in her soul
And tears in her eyes
She lost all control
I can still hear her cries

"I was beautiful child
Anyone could see,"
And with this she smiled,
"Please don't end up like me"
With this on my tongue
And a handful of fear
I'll scream that I'm too young
To anyone that can hear

But what do they care
Because out on the street
They can't hear a prayer
But they can sense defeat

So I carry her words in my palm
And her pleads in my head
I'll try to keep calm
And honor the dead

So if you see me on the streets
Greet me with care
Don't end up in my sheets
Because I can't escape there.