Whoever She Is;
I tell a story
Of an ordinary girl
Who stubborn as can be
In her own lonely world
I tell of her struggles
The obstacles she must face
Both the good and the bad
Longing, but no escape
I tell of her smiles
The wondrous acceptance
That sense of pure love
And unforgettable happiness
I tell of her pain
All the tears that fall through
The cracks in her appearance
The cold hard truth
I tell of her lies
Imperfections in the making
Destroyed faith
And a heart for the taking
I tell of her friends
The people she adores
The people who are there
To never let her feel ignored
I tell of her enemies
Not many to call upon
She has too much compassion
And too much she takes on
I tell of her love
And what she must do
To achieve that great feeling
To have what is true
I tell of her downfall
When nothing seemed quite right
The pressure built up to high
She gave up the fight
I tell of her low
Broken, beaten, and bruised
She thought she found it
But she was just used
I tell of her rise
And with God she did find
A new reason to believe
An ease of the mind
I tell of her high
Walking down that path
With a man at the end
Waiting, a new life at that
I tell of this girl
Who goes on until the end
A mother, a sister
Grandma, cousin, an aunt or friend
Whoever she is
Whoever she may be
It's your own interpretation
It's who in your head you see
Of an ordinary girl
Who stubborn as can be
In her own lonely world
I tell of her struggles
The obstacles she must face
Both the good and the bad
Longing, but no escape
I tell of her smiles
The wondrous acceptance
That sense of pure love
And unforgettable happiness
I tell of her pain
All the tears that fall through
The cracks in her appearance
The cold hard truth
I tell of her lies
Imperfections in the making
Destroyed faith
And a heart for the taking
I tell of her friends
The people she adores
The people who are there
To never let her feel ignored
I tell of her enemies
Not many to call upon
She has too much compassion
And too much she takes on
I tell of her love
And what she must do
To achieve that great feeling
To have what is true
I tell of her downfall
When nothing seemed quite right
The pressure built up to high
She gave up the fight
I tell of her low
Broken, beaten, and bruised
She thought she found it
But she was just used
I tell of her rise
And with God she did find
A new reason to believe
An ease of the mind
I tell of her high
Walking down that path
With a man at the end
Waiting, a new life at that
I tell of this girl
Who goes on until the end
A mother, a sister
Grandma, cousin, an aunt or friend
Whoever she is
Whoever she may be
It's your own interpretation
It's who in your head you see