Little market girl what's your name?
I see you sitting there every day
with your mother selling herbs,
once planted on residents curbs

I see you, but I dare not stare
Other passerby's pay you no glare
I wonder why you're not in school
I feel the world has been too cruel

I contemplate what I should do
Anything, something, just for you
You look down to hollow ground
Nobody stops, you're left unfound

Perhaps ignorant to any other way
You help your mother, and that's ok
Working respectable, making ends meet
So young, innocent, yet incomplete

You're mother uses your tender might
Promising you everything will be alright
But every time I see you sitting on the road
My heart wants to bear your burdens load

I've since moved away from your spot
But your stories struggle I've never forgot
I wonder if you made it safely through
'cause I too, walked on by - when I seen you.