In the nights at 4am
She walked the streets of gold
Her head of tastled raven curls
Held secrets never told,
And in her worn and stitched up heart
She held her deepest fears
While in her dried and bloodshot eyes
She held her broken tears.
Now this deeply troubled girl
She stood under the stars
She was still alive and breathing
As she watched rare passing cars.
And even though her hair was dark
She had a heart of gold.
And all her secrets never heard
We're causing her to fold.
And in the early hours
She lay the streets, dead cold.
For all the secrets never heard
Were just too much to hold.
