All She Can Do is Pray to the Heavens...

She awakens to the scent of mud and wet grass,
She wears a blouse of brown.
The taste on her lips is of blood and sweat.
Her arms are tiny and weak.
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She feels around in the pocket of her worn blue jeans
To find a nickel or two for food
But all she finds is a baggie of white stuff
She bought it from some dude.
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All she can do now is cry for moments
Cry for the night
Cry for the future.
All she can do is pray to heavens
For a better day today
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What will she do with the time she's wasted?
What will she do with the blood she's tasted?
What will she do when she sobers up and finds out that she's alone?

What will she do for today?