Composer：Agnes Chan / Robbie Seidman
I'm thirteen
My name is unimportant
I live and I work on these streets
My day is night
Retired soldiers and tourists
They pay to play and have their way with me
I've seen too much
I don't know who to trust
I'm so far from my home
From the mountains to these streets
I'm so scared and alone
From the mountains to these streets
At the mercy of these thieves
My body's bruised
So I take shabu and sniff this glue
Anything to ease the pain
All the shame I feel
Will I ever heal I wonder
As I wander in this sad Manilla rain
I've seen too much
I don't know who to trust
I'm so far from my home
From the mountains to these streets
I'm so scared and alone
From the mountains to these streets
And I know I've got to leave
This is not the life I could ever have imagined
When I ran away from my family
I'm so far from my home
From the mountains to these streets
I'm so scared and alone
From the mountains to these streets
I've seen too much
I don't know who to trust
I'm so far from my home
From the mountains to these streets
I'm so scared and alone
From the mountains to these streets
From the mountains to these streets
I'm thirteen,
My name is unImportant
I live and I work on these streets...
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She was thirteen years old when I met her and she worked
the streets of Manila for survival selling her body.
Sexual exploitation and trafficking of children is a serious
international problem with an estimated one million victims per year.
The survivors that I met in Thailand,
Manila, Moldova and Cambodia were traumatized and often suicidal.
There are no estimates of the number of children who have already died
as a result of trafficking and exploitation.