Alone she lived, Alone she died

She was born on the wayside

In the busy streets of the town

As a no body's child

Mother meant 'milk' and nothing more.

Her father was 'somebody'

Who she'll never have

Mother named him 'cheat'

And that's all she'll know.

Birth decided her fate

She was bound to beg

A sad face she was ought to make

For busy strangers throw some change.

Mother vanished from her sight

She kept her safe near wayside light

Her days and nights were not so bright

As people took her in their might

Use and abuse made her bear

Some one's kids who'd no one love

She hated wayside birth and death

Little kids she killed within.

Old she grew, still on the wayside

No one knew and no one saw

Busy people didn’t care to look

The dying life, a few yards far.

She had nothing to eat or to drink

But for water from a wayside tap

She prayed to God who gave her life

To take it soon from torment's hands.

She had no partner to hug her tight

Nor a friend to make her light

No child to comfort at the end

No place to lay her corpse when dead.

Her petitions, all reached high Heaven

Angels flew in flocks of seven

Around her stood them to take her thither

Wayside laid she, ready to wither.

The town heard the strangest roar

And the sudden tremor shook the terrain

Swung the trees, flew the birds

She was left on the wayside still.

Earth beneath her caved in deep

Nature made a grave so steep

Angels covered her tomb with mud

Without a trace of her burial ground.

Months later the town was set

With all the comforts they wanted to get

An answered prayer lied beneath the earth

Who everybody forgot to count as dead.

No beginning, just a birth

No conclusion, just a death

A birth that started a life

And a death that gave her a life.