Some-one

As she looks from of the window
Happy faces passing by
With rosy cheeks and bags of sweets.

But she is there, in there,
Dirty cloths and dirty hair
Empty bottles here and there.

Mourn-day child will someone care
And heal your wanting eyes
And kiss those broken lips
And pull you out of it.

And as she sits at that window of tears
Those happy faces look up at me
And crack half a smile of pity.

But they still walk by and leave me to cry
In this house of cheerless and distress
Little life, in a mess.

With no number to call
And no arms to fall
Will you ever come?
PLEASE......someone..Someone.