Only 16 she sits alone.

Out on the curb in front of a run down restaurant.

Hungry and scared.

Cold and confused.

Where did she go wrong?

How did she become used?

Left forgotten by the one she had loved.

Her body had never seen so many drugs.

Home a memory.

She wanted back.

Alls she needs is a quarter for that.

She sits and she thinks.

They would take her back.

She knows they love her more then that.

Even as that stubborn girl.

Who thinks she has the whole wide world.

Figured out in 16 years.

She has got allot to learn.

So she looks up from her dirty guttered perch.

To ask for the help That will pull her from this lurch.

There is a man passing by.

With a briefcase held close to his side.

She asked loudly so he can hear.

"Do you happen to have a quarter to spare?"

He looks at her and says "Get a job!" and then keeps moving on.

She gives up too tired to try the tears form in her eyes.

She thinks of where she can go.

To crash to hide.

To be unknown.

Then here he comes again.

This man on the move.

He leans down to her and says "Here I am sorry , Go home."

Then away he goes again on the move.

But what he left behind was a quarter.

In her cold dirty hands it was almost heaven.

She called her home , they came and got her.

This man saved her life.

With a second thought and a quarter.