There She Sits

There she sits on the street, Waiting for something
People just walk right on by, Like they thrive off judging
But they don’t know they’re judging, They’re so blind
She wonders to herself; “When did the world become so unkind?”
You can walk right through her because she’s hidden behind her mask
She hides so we can’t ask, We stand in the sun to bask
She tries to stand, We knock her down and don’t understand
She can’t cry ‘cause her eyes are empty, Someone entered and emptied her
Now she just sits there on the street waiting for something
She has no idea what it is, But she’d rather grow some wings and wait in the sky
He sits there with a white tie, She sits in a crimson throne covered in white dye
She asks why, We pass by, She screams goodbye, We pass on by
Please she asks, We hear nothing, On goes her mask, Continues our judging