Nokuthula - Hobo

Dont pass her She is not a shadow

She came, like many armed with dreams

But now her pale shadow lingers 

where her dreams once stood bold

She was not born in these streets

Broken, shattered she couldn't find comfort

until the streets welcomed her

into the gradual carrion

and now she is history

Nokuthula is a shadow

she is sunk deep in despair

and neither the liquor on her side

nor the stares will free her soul

and unchain her proud heart

She loved dearly, she loved herself last

He wanted a touch unconditional 

she forgot her classes

Now she cant see she is lost

her tummy is growing bigger

He couldn't care he kicked her out

Out out of nowhere to the emptiness of slums

Her tummy followed

Like floods after ghastly winds

her blood washed it away

The pain is too much for her fragile heart

her broken soul is stuck in a fix 

Nobody knows a doctor so she is higher

And everyday its a fix she cant pay the bills

Her landlord is out for her its too late

She stands in the street

Full of souls but she cant find a friend

Its dark there is no hope no home

She is a shadow so she leans on the wall

Its dry affection is a comfort

Hunger arrested her and she cant see the bus take off

Its time for class but all she is, is darkness

the picture is clearer but all she see is doom

The streets never misled her its been brutal

She is at hoem its a fix 

Don't call her home

She is her home

her tears are dry