And she’s sifting through the garbage
Clutching papers in her hand
She hears salvation army
Preaching ’bout that promised land
Walking down the city
See a big bright light
Cops are sitting pretty in the night
Baby’s going hungry
She’s growing up too old
Can’t get any money
So she’s sold.
And she’s sifting through the garbage
Clutching papers in her hand
She hears salvation army
Preaching ’bout that promised land
In her city dwellings
Winos at her feet
Fairy tales of childhood, lies, defeat
Living in this jungle
It’s brought her to her knees
It’s only at the night time
that she breathes.
And she’s sifting through the garbage
Clutching papers in her hand
She hears salvation army
Preaching ’bout that promised land
Sirens loudly blaring
Cannot hear a sound
Blistered body frozen to the ground.
Stapled eyes wide open
Tear stains crease her face
Sees sights unseen, unspoken
Where’s the grace?
And she’s sifting through the garbage
Clutching papers in her hand
She hears salvation army
Preaching ’bout that promised land
Scattered pictures flicker
In cold outstretched scarred arms
Glimpse eyes that held such promise
Beauty’s charm
There’s no one to remember?
Who’s there to kneel and cry?
Just a “crazy” old bag lady
Alone to die.
And she’s sifting through the garbage
Clutching papers in her hand
She hears salvation army
Preaching ’bout that promised land.
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