My vision

Young girl, in a hospital.
Broken down, has no hope.
17 years old, no family.
17 years old, no friends.
Not alone.

Young girl, on the street.
Selling her body, has no future.
17 years old, no happiness.
17 years old, no life.
Not alone.

Young girl, don't want this life.
Drugs and violence, torn apart.
17 years old, dreams of family.
17 years old, dreams of friends.
Not alone.

Several more have been.
Several more to come.
Why look down on them?
Why put them in jail?
Why not try to help them?
'Cause they made a bad choice?

I have nightmares about these people.
They haunt me every night.
Their eyes filled with a cry for help.
Very few care about them.
You see them on the street.
You watch them as you walk by.
When will they attack?
When will they try to robb you?

Have you ever walked by them and felt like you wanna help them?
Probably not...
But I have.
I see them on the street.
I often buy them food.
Wanna know what I see in their eyes?
A little spark of hope and faith.
Hope of a normal life and faith in humanity.
Just 'cause someone bought them a little meal.
'Cause someone cared enough.
Have you ever done something like that?

Do you seriously think they want that life?
Hated by almost everyone.
Not welcome anywhere.
Escapes reality with all those drugs.
You never do anything to help.
I am 16 years old and I don't want to be like you.

When I get my own place, maybe a little farm...
That place shall be a place where the broken and abused can escape that life.
It shall be a place they can start a new life
and never be judged.
A place for hope
A place they can feel welcome and home
With people who cares and want to help them, If they want the help.
I'll show them that some of us actually have a heart.
Unlike many of you.