This City, Your Daughter
One hundred pennies, you've got a dollar
One hundred kisses, you've made a daughter.
Five dimes and you've got fifty
Five thousand crimes and you've made a city.
In that city sat your daughter
She stands on the corner, making her dollar.
The man she's with is committing a crime
She's fifteen and there's already a line.
There's a needle she bought with her kisses
She's already nodding, and misses.
Nothing is right when she finally gets the stick
She now draws blood and is getting sick.
This can't be right, the man stares at your daughter
Realizing what happened, he runs with her dollar.
She falls to the floor and stares at the ceiling
Her drooping eyes are barely even seeing.
"Where's God now?" she asks the dust and the stench,
"Where is He if He's so heaven-sent?"
But she remembers now
The love He once had and how.
Gasping for breath, she's sitting upright
What happened to the rest, why is the room so bright?
The darkness returns and it's time
She's beginning to yearn its shine.
It all started with the pennies and dollar
It all began with those kisses, your daughter.
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