Sitting at my window Lonely thoughts running through my mind Wondering where life's taking me And what life's left behind I'm staring down the rain-clad road Watching children as they play
Crying on his shoulders She slowly reeled him in Sob stories made his heart melt She was smiling from within “He makes me smile, you won’t understand I know that this is real,
Last night I saw cloudy skies Before the first rain falls Heavy drops of painful cries Seemed to muffle my desperate calls I could see us standing miles apart While you soaked in the heavy rain
Who is that girl, where does she go? Does anyone know her name? She’s wandering lost, painfully slow, Everyday just the same. Expressionless, without a smile Her eyes all filled with tears
A young girl finds herself a victim of abuse and is forced into a life of prostitution. (Since this story is based in India, the names and places might have weird pronunciations.)