Unknown child lying dead in the gutter,
sold your arse for your bread and butter.
Shoved needles in your scrawny little arm
who’s to blame for all this harm?
You tried to find others to blame,
but in the end “what’s in a name”.
It’s you who had to choose to live,
that’s something no one else could give.
Unknown child lying dead in the gutter,
did anyone hear the prayer you mutter?
A timid little sound that came out of the pain
but that tiny little voice couldn’t keep you sane.
You cried and whimpered, begging someone to care;
but was anybody listening? Was anybody there?
No hand was extended, there was no one to hear.
Your heart just trembled; shrinking with fear.
Unknown child lying dead in the gutter.
Over your body vain words they did mutter.
Then they walked away and left you there
Cos’ the rest of their life you cannot share.
You were beautiful, young, strong and free
but they’re now all things you cannot be.
You died from putting that shit in your vein.
I hope that in the end it took away the pain.