Across the Border

Missing Person


Street fights and neon lights
Relentless rain on the city streets
A fifteen year-old girl shedding life
No shoes upon her feet

She can’t open her blackened eyes
Closed tight to stop the tears
She won’t open her sunken eyes
Onto a world of fear

Doorways are no great place
Unless you have the key
The human race has no face
When it chooses not to see

The future has no great use
When it’s history
The human race has no face
When it chooses not to see

A nest of paper is no great home
For a girl with so much to give
A single blanket is no great friend
When she no longer wants to live

And come the chill nightime hours
The city long since gone to bed
Fleeting thoughts of happy times
Fill her aching head

Doorways are no great place
Unless you have the key
The human race has no face
When it chooses not to see

The future has no great use
When it’s history
The human race has no face
When it chooses not to see

And as the warmth of life
Slowly and surely ebbs away
She opens those eyes one more time
And sees the light of day

The ambulance crew pause in the doorway
To stand and bow their heads
As the winter sun shines weakly down
On shoeless feet in the paper bed.

Doorways are no great place
Unless you have the key
The human race has no face
When it chooses not to see

The future has no great use
When it’s history
The human race has no face
When it chooses not to see

(Jameson/Rowley)