[based on "Those Who have Eyes to See Will See" by Willie Christopher Tucker]    Eight months pregnant.  Homeless crack addict  From the south side of town.  Angel All alone.    Can't decide  If to confide.    Caught in a lifestyle  For which she knows no relief.   Day after day,  Night after night,  Utterly impoverished  Surrounded by filth.   Depressed,  And wishing she were dead.    Low self- esteem,  Only seventeen.    Been molested,  Been raped,  Been beaten to the ground   Been molested,  Been raped,  By the men that promised   To keep her safe and sound.    Low self- esteem,  Only seventeen.    Forced to sell her body  And tormented soul -   Depressed,  And wishing she were dead.    Talking to her unborn child -  No one else listens to what she says.   "How long God must I suffer this way,  Please don't force me to endure another day"    Angel is pregnant -  Baby, one month due.   I remember her say -  Those who have eyes to see  Will see.    In what she said  I surmised  That look on her face -  With tears in her eyes.    To escape her pain  She decides life ain't worth livin'.  Angel walks into the path  Of the Marta Train,  The nine forty- five.