Can I pump your gas?
A quarter to clean your glass?
I'm on my own, can you help me find my way?
Here I am, holding out my hand.
Everyone walking pass me, without even a glance.
Why wont anyone give me a second chance?
What did I do wrong, to end up this way.
Where is my mother, to chase my fears away.
Wont somebody help me, to find a better day.
Oct 2007
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