Street light, blinkers and flash on the street corner, where I sit.
Blackened sky, crying baby on my lap, all I could think of is my next hit.
No home, all I have on my back I sold for another high.
Now, I pay the price.
rocka' my baby, leave her under the light.
I feel so horrible but what can I do?
Opening my legs is all I could do...
On the street corner, echoing sounds of desperation,
I am a horrible person, I am no person.
Street lamps are my home.
I am lost with no direction, I am not fit to be a mother, not fit to be anything.
Cocaine is my retribution to this horrid world.
I surcome to its feel, touch and my nightmares become lucid.
Blurred memories of every men I exposed myself to become faint.
Oh, this cold world. All but a street light, blinkering over me where I sit.
This moment, of a crying child on my lap keeps me alive for yet another day.
I don't know why, I should just give her up.
Her innocence lets me know, there is hope. I have hope.
Just like this street light flickering above me, though it may be dark, it the faint dim light that flickers on and off
still is enough to see around me.
One day, the whole street will light forever, for now, I must do what I must.