The girl with the haunted eyes

Two years ago, or maybe three I met a girl sat crying
I held her hand, I soothed her brow and soon she was relying
on work that saved her family's face, of that there's no denying
She crys a little still, it's said, but those eyes, were built for lying
'Welcome' they say to each new man as her trade she's busy plying
But in those eyes, those haunted eyes, I see a lady dying
........I see a lady dying.