The Girl
The Girl
Her shouts sound like whispers
and and when she cries there are no tears
she doesn’t disturb or bother anyone
in fear that no one will hear
see she has this magic beauty
that no one seems to see
and her voice is of the angels
yet no one cares to hear
she needs a friend just one
to bring her out to show the world what she’s all about
Her shouts sound like whispers
and and when she cries there are no tears
she doesn’t disturb or bother anyone
in fear that no one will hear
see she has this magic beauty
that no one seems to see
and her voice is of the angels
yet no one cares to hear
she needs a friend just one
to bring her out to show the world what she’s all about