Fills her bags, with, cloths and rags Drives a, thousand miles along the way, she tries to smile Through all her pain, guilt and shame Shattered dreams in pieces, her heart contains   In a hotel room, she’ll, perform in soon A busy day awaits her, she begins to pray Than fix her hair, in the mirror stare Lowers head in silence, closes prayer        In the sound of a, fallen tear   Truth denied, expectations high A wild imagination feeds her drive But, all that’s want, is paid to flaunt Memories shortly after are, sure to haunt        In the sound of a, fallen tear   In another hotel room, she’ll, perform in soon A busy day awaits her, she begins to pray Through all her pain, guilt and shame Shattered dreams in pieces, her heart contains        In the sound of a, fallen tear

  Maybe they are held hostage with an unpaid hotel bill, or urgent medical expenses.  Maybe the police have arrested them on trumped up charges, or the customs office will not let them visit you unless they pay some fees.