She got off
a crowded train,
searched her way
through the pouring rain.
Tried to find a job
in the factory,
but they said
there's no vacancy.

Red, red light zone.
Abandoned, so alone.
A wanderer, without a home.

Each day,
she tried to survive
and to keep
her dream alive.
On the street,
she fell asleep,
but no one
saw her weep.

Red, red light zone.
Abandoned, so alone.
A wanderer without a home.

It was written
on her face.
She felt
out of place.
Her life
was complicated.
She resigned
to her fate.

Red, red light zone.
Abandoned, so alone.
Red, red light zone.
Abandoned, so alone.
A wanderer without a home.


(c) Kurt Vereecke