Ken Brown - Small Town Girl

She steps over the clothes that were last night strewn
In a drunken rage in her damp dark tomb
As she reaches for a mask to change her face
She paints it on, she pins up her hair, struggles with a stiletto in the cold night air
And walks the well-worn path, to her corner pitch
She stops, she waits, and then she cries

Thinks of the once unwanted child, the only thing now that keeps her alive
On nights like this, don't seem enough
A part time fix without a name, the canal's reflection can't distort the shame
Her mother's voice screams inside her head
She stops, she waits, and then she cries, she cries, she cries

Going home her work now done, pushing past crowds recalling nights of fun
She'll do battle with that bottle again
Fleeting recognition, a once known face, a teenager again she feels her heart race
But inevitably, she turns her face to hide
She stops, she waits, and then she cries, she cries

Turns on our heels back to the bridge once again
The face from the past compounding the pain
Of the lost life of this small-town girl
Hands on the railings, she looks down to see
Bright lights in the water, dancing and free
Invite her tired body to rest
She stops, she waits

Written by:
Kenneth Brown

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