No One Came

It was a cold and rainy morning;
It was in the month of May.
She was born to an unwed Mother;
No one came to her that day.

She was taken to an orphanage;
Where she spent most of her years.
Nobody ever adopted her;
No one came and saw her tears.

She was sent out on her own one day;
After she turned sixteen.
She really had no place to go;
No one came, and no one seen.

She became a child of the streets;
There was nowhere to call home.
In and out of shelters and jail;
No one came, she was alone.

Then one night this young girl died;
Her lifeless little body was found.
Alone and abandoned, abused and beaten;
No one came as they laid her in the ground.

Betty Hawkins ©2003
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