Sitting in the waiting room
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Of the Department of Social Security
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Waiting for her name to be called out
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So that she may secure their charity.
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She never thought that love
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Could end at all like this
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It was never so in books
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A year ago and she was such a different girl
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Grammar school, respectable, qualifications.
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She studied courses academic
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With the best from University
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But the subject she most needed to succeed in
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Has brought misery.
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Why ever did she never stop to think?
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But then love's not quite like that
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Who ever can she turn to now
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Parents have turned their back on her
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Disgrace to the family.
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INSTRUMENTAL
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And so surrounded by the weak
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And those in need of our society
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She sits alone and waits rejected
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By the rules of our propriety.
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How ever could we ever let her fall like this?
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So gentle and so young
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Whatever do we really care about
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Heaven knows, I'm sure I don't
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Won't somebody tell me?
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Unmarried Mother
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Clifford T. Ward |