I walk the streets, danger I see.
Hope tonight God looks after me.
Desperate, nowhere else to turn.
I walk the streets, a living to earn.

Mouths to feed and a habit too.
A broken past, left black and blue.
I get looks of hate, dirt and sneer.
These streets I walk, I walk in fear.

With envy I see other girls pass by.
To be just like them so hard I try.
A car pulls up under the dim light.
I hope God looks after me tonight.