Face washed out in the rain,
She's here once more to make her nightly
Stand for love and pain.
Her story written on her face
Reading between the lines;
Still private in this public place
She's carefully designed
Her open secret.
Reliant on their charity
To feed and clothe her kids
She holds a card out to the drivers,
Behind it safely hidden
Her little sceret,
For their eyes alone.
And she only needs a moment of weakness,
Window wound down just a crack,
And she'll explode with all that pent-up stuff inside her
And attack
With her scissors,
Secret scissors,
Sharpened scissors.