WILDFLOWER

She's faced the hardest times you could imagine, And many times her eyes fought back the tears. And when her youthful world was about to fall in Each time her slender shoulders bore the weight of all her fears, and her sorrow no one hears, still rings in midnight silence, in her ears... Let her cry, for she's a Lady Let her dream, for she's a Child Let the rain fall down upon her She's a free and gentle flower, growing wild. And if by chance, I should hold her, Let me hold her for a time; But if allowed just one posession, I would pick her from the garden, to be mine. Be careful how you touch her, for she will waken; and sleep's the only freedom that she knows. And when you walk into her eyes, you won't believe; The way she's always payin' for a debt she never owed, and the silent wind still blows, that only she can hear, And so, she goes. Let her cry, for she's a Lady Let her dream, for she's a Child Let the rain fall down upon her She's a free and gentle flower, growing wild.