Hard times, shadow of a street light , dark eyes, stealing to survive
God knows, with a pocket full of hope she goesâŚ
Young life, closing all around her, sheâll be twelve, somewhere âround June
No chance, for a child growing up too soon
And she never felt love from someone, never had love before
Just another cry of desperation, that no one stands up for
Janieâs not alone
Sheâs not the only one, who lives a life in misery
Janieâs not alone
All she can do is run, that seems to be her destiny
No mother, no father, she calls for angels, but the angels cry
No chance, I guess that she was born to loose
yeahâŚ.
And she never felt love from someone, never had love before
Can we ever stop the tears from falling, so she wonât cry no more
Janieâs not alone
Sheâs not the only one, who lives a life in misery
Janieâs on her own
All she can do is run, that seems to be her destiny
And she never felt love from someone, oh never had love before
Just another cry of desperation, that no one stands up for
Janieâs not alone
Sheâs not the only one, who lives a life in misery
Janieâs not alone
All she can do is run, that seems to be her destiny
Janieâs not alone
But she keeps holdingâ on, itâs not how it was meant to be
Janieâs on her own
All she can do is run, that seems to be her destiny
Janieâs not alone
Janieâs not alone
