When I hear her calling
Calling from the city streets
I get back up on my feet
And I start again
Walking
When I hear her calling
From around the next corner
From behind some new door
I
See her
Her Reflection in the children’s eyes
Her Shadow on the streetlight skies
When I hear her calling
I cannot see where she’s been or goes
And why I’m following-damned if I know
but
I can hear her calling
And though this path may be Her road
I know this path is mine
And mine alone
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