Some Mother's Young Daughter

In the quiet alleyway in the dim moonlight Some mother's young daughter she died over-night From a drug overdose friendless and alone Found in a disused factory doorway cold and lifeless as a stone. She was only nineteen so young for one to die When the cold winds of Winter blew across the darkened sky With hardly any shelter to shield her from the cold Some are born to die young some die gray and old. Some broken hearted mother is in tears today For her beautiful daughter who died in such a tragic way The baby she gave birth to who suckled from her breast 'Tis not her fault she died in this way for her she did her best. Some mother's young daughter in a morgue today In a disused factory doorway she died where she lay Life for her may have been different had she not kept bad company But easily said on hindsight how things might have been for such as she. Some mother's young daughter is beyond all care With the gleam of youth still in her golden hair In a dimly lit alleyway in the cold night air She did not return from the brink of despair.