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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