That Girl Has Wild Eyes
That girl has wild eyes
And faintly shimmering hair
She sings a song with muted sighs
So haunting in her placid stare
That girl was barely a child
When she was taken from her mother’s arms
When she felt the harshness of the world
And put where she didn’t belong
In a reality that broke her senses
And carefully placed iron fences
They don’t know what happened
And she never would explain
Why the scars on her heart hurt more
Than the ones littered across her brain
Why she preferred to stay silent
And mute and a fairy queen
In a world of her own making
That nobody else could see
She smelled like moonlight and lilies
Like the sadness after a storm
Her touch was like skittering pain
And horror and fear
And all of her sordid nightmares
That plagued her mind like ravaging ghosts
She was so lost
Her walls cracked and she fled
Her hair flying in the wind like gossamer threads
Her bare feet pounding the ground
Her breath fogged in the cold night
Her small hands made tiny fists
And she fell to the damp grass in a heap
Praying for one more chance
That girl has wild eyes
But no one seems to care
That she doesn’t speak, only sighs
And pretends to be unaware
And faintly shimmering hair
She sings a song with muted sighs
So haunting in her placid stare
That girl was barely a child
When she was taken from her mother’s arms
When she felt the harshness of the world
And put where she didn’t belong
In a reality that broke her senses
And carefully placed iron fences
They don’t know what happened
And she never would explain
Why the scars on her heart hurt more
Than the ones littered across her brain
Why she preferred to stay silent
And mute and a fairy queen
In a world of her own making
That nobody else could see
She smelled like moonlight and lilies
Like the sadness after a storm
Her touch was like skittering pain
And horror and fear
And all of her sordid nightmares
That plagued her mind like ravaging ghosts
She was so lost
Her walls cracked and she fled
Her hair flying in the wind like gossamer threads
Her bare feet pounding the ground
Her breath fogged in the cold night
Her small hands made tiny fists
And she fell to the damp grass in a heap
Praying for one more chance
That girl has wild eyes
But no one seems to care
That she doesn’t speak, only sighs
And pretends to be unaware