Single Mother

She's looking for a job and a finer place to stay,
She works in a resturant, night and day.
She waits her life away, wipes those tears away.
And she's dying inside, when her little baby cries,
Hoping one day that she'll bring her a toy suprise.
She's judged by many people, those electric eyes,
Just because she's poor, doesn't make her less human,
Treated like an outcast, treated like a mutant.
Now she's working two jobs from nine till five,
Eating just the crumbs on her babies plate, to stay alive.
The pay isn't enough and now she's a hooker on the street,
Sold her only shoes for money, and now she walks barefeet.
She needed desperate money, so she went and borrowed,
Two weeks on, and the loan sharks want it back tommorow.
Bruises on her body from the wild sex she endures,
Got a third job now, sweeping club floors.
She's tired and weak and can't carry on,
Fills her bath with ice cold water and sings a song.
Her baby is happy, and so is she.
The two of them are finally going to sleep.
She holds her baby, firmly across her breast,
Drowns them both in the bath, heartbeat of the chest.
Until their is silence and nomore pain,
This poor soul and her child died in vain.