Those eyes

We go shopping in Oxford Street

Cars pass us by

Eyes stare out at us

Blue eyes, but why?

Do they stare out at us

Tear stained and pale

Prostitutes,lost souls

Gone off the rail

Do we care?  Do we see?

Why should we care?

Well it might be our child

Your child, your child that is there

Trapped in the car

Sold off like some Lamb

Strung up and bleeding

Is that who I am?

Is that who I am?

Pretend not to see

Look the other way

Is that now me