Children Of Our Time
Kenneth Pedersen
Screwed up her life, but who takes the blame
Familiar faces that carry no names
Selling her body and soul these days
To pay for the shot that takes her away
And deep inside she carries a dream
That maybe someday she will walk away clean
But dreams alone won't help her away
From the streets where night is day
They are the children of our time
Always searching, take the restless around
To seek for shelter in the rain
Crying for help to start all over again
The rain's pouring down, the streets feel so cold
Mind of a child, and a face much too old
It must be hell, but she calls it home
Though her friends are dying one by one