Starts still glazing
The horizon rises
The city's sound asleep
But her day's already begun.
Gustling chores
Unmatched chaos
Trying to make a living
She rises once more
Burden, only thing she owns
People around, unknown
With the hardships she moans
My lord, I can't take it any more.
Broken face, Ached back
Pale eyes, feet sacked
She lifts her shoulder and her depriving life
To get back on track walking on a knife.
Rags, she picks
Gutters, she visits
She's doing a noble job, keeping the surroundings clean,
But still treated like shit.
Wherever she goes, people stay away,
Close there doors when she walks the lane.
Give her the garbage of there home,
But forget the waste in their soul.
Isnt the toxicity in the world enough,
That we have filled our hearts with cuff.
Pull the mask off your eyes,
She is the one who keeps your place nice.
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