Hard times, shadow of a street light , dark eyes, stealing to survive God knows, with a pocket full of hope she goesâ"š¬ Young life, closing all around her, sheâ"š¬â"ž¢ll be twelve, somewhere â"š¬í‹Å“round 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 Sheâ"š¬â"ž¢s not the only one, who lives a life in misery 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 And she never felt love from someone, never had love before Can we ever stop the tears from falling, so she wonâ"š¬â"ž¢t cry no more Sheâ"š¬â"ž¢s not the only one, who lives a life in misery Janieâ"š¬â"ž¢s 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 Sheâ"š¬â"ž¢s not the only one, who lives a life in misery All she can do is run, that seems to be her destiny But she keeps holdingâ"š¬â"ž¢ on, itâ"š¬â"ž¢s not how it was meant to be Janieâ"š¬â"ž¢s on her own All she can do is run, that seems to be her destiny