Nameless Girl

This is a song I wrote a few months ago about a girl I used to see working the streets early in the morning when I was delivering newspapers for the Free Press. I would guess she is about 13 or 14.

I see her in the morning as she's walking down my street, She's looking for someone to love her. Her long brown hair is beautifull, her smile shames the sun, And I can't help but thinking who would rob her. Of all she ever really held, her innocence and joy, The joy of being just a child... There's pain in her laughter now, there's fear in her smile, She's looking for someone who would use her. She thinks she needs a dollar, maybe two, maybe more, And somehow she thinks it can save her. Perhaps she owes somebody, or really craves a high, Or maybe it's really for her dinner. There's no way I will ever know, except just to trust her, The one thing that maybe I can give her. It's the one thing that maybe I can give her. It's the only thing... maybe I can give her.

I see her in the morning as she's walking down my street, She's looking for someone to love her. Her long brown hair is beautifull, her smile shames the sun, And I can't help but thinking who would rob her. Of all she ever really held, her innocence and joy, The joy of being just a child... There's pain in her laughter now, there's fear in her smile, As she waits for someone to use her. She thinks she needs a dollar, maybe two, maybe more, And somehow she thinks it can save her. Perhaps she owes somebody, or really craves a high, Or maybe it's really for her dinner. There's no way I will ever know, except just to love her, The one thing that maybe I can give her. For she could be my daughter, be my sister or my lover, But oh... she really needs a saviour. How, she's longing for a saviour. Oh, she wants someone to save her. Lord, she really needs a saviour. Oh my Lord, she's longing for a saviour...

I see her in the morning as she's walking down my street, She's looking for someone who would love her. Her long brown hair is beautifull, her smile shames the sun, And I can't help but thinking who would rob her? No I can't help but thinking who would rob her? I really can't help thinking... Who would rob her?

Copyright 2007, Jacob Blondahl

Just a post script on this one... A few days ago, in a field outside town, they found the body of a young girl said to be a prostitute who worked the area where I delivered my newspapers. I saw her picture in the paper. She was in fact 17. And she is no longer the "Nameless Girl" as I had titled the song. Her name was Fonessa Bruyere. But regardless of names and ages, I have to ask... How long will this go on? When will we as a people say enough is enough, and stand up to defend our children? HOW LONG??? May God have mercy on us all.