The Ballad of John Doe

Twas on a fateful winter morn

Young John began his day

No longer could he stay asleep

In the corner where he lay

Two years had passed since he arrived

In the city where dreams are made

Little did he know back then

His path would soon be laid

A happy chap with lots of friends

Talent and potential galore

But he was searching for something he could not find

He always wanted more

It didn’t take long for him to fall

Into the trap life threw his way

He spiralled down the rabbit hole

And his path led him astray

Once a buzz, now killed his time

His life became a chore

Vices gripping him so tight

His mind on his next score

Three months in arrears and he was out

Of the flat where he resided

No longer could he hold a job

His focus was divided

His friends all tried to lend a hand

To drag him from his hell

But soon they learned they could not help

A soul must help itself

Bit by bit his candle faded

His joie de vivre burned dim

But nothing could quite satiate

The yearning from within

He roamed the streets and slept in parks

Without a place called home

Beaten and robbed when he lay down

No one left for him to phone

Until one fateful winter morn

Young John he made a friend

A working girl stood on the street

By a shop he did frequent

From Moscow city she´d escaped

A street girl to the core

Her pale skin and piercing eyes

Told a story cold and raw

To John she tried to sell herself

To him she would attend

But john he was not interested

He wanted but a friend

So off they roamed on that cold morn

A bond it had been formed

They laughed at life and cried in shame

Johns candle had been warmed

They spent the day playing with fire

The dragon for to chase

Until a man screamed at the girl

And the blood drained from her face

The Girl From Moscow had skipped work

Her boss was in a rage

He grabbed her firmly by the throat

And struck her pretty face

Bleary eyed John did protest

He begged the brute to stop

He pushed him down with all his might

And found himself on top

Then on that fateful winter morn

John saw the glint of steel

His life flashed by before his eyes

And a sadness he did feel

In that brief moment as time slowed down

Young John he shed a tear

Just one more chance was all he needed

The answers seemed so clear

He thought of those that tried to help

The ones he had forsaken

Friends and family that he had loved

Before his life was taken

As the blood poured from his throat

The girl she lost a friend

More destruction in her life

When would be the end?

The Girl from Moscow could not cry

To work she must return

Her candle almost flickered out

How much longer would it burn?

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