Another young child born
On the wrong side of the street
In the wrong side of town
With no shoes for her feet.
Brought up in a poor family home
Where draughts crept through the door
Mother and Father died
No-one to look after her anymore.
Crept through the streets
Looking for food to eat
Looking for another home
Wanting someone to love her.
No-one wanted to love her
No-one wanted to care
Just passed by on the other side
As if the girl wasn\'t there.
She walked in the gutter
She slept on doorsteps
Up until she died
But still no-one cared
Passed by on the other side....