wid flowe

she's faced the hardest times you could imagine
and many times her eyes fought back tears

and where her youthful world was about to fall in
each time her slender shoulders
bore the weight of all her fears
and the sound that 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
and if allowed but one possession
I will pick her
from the garden to be mine

be careful how you touch her
for she'll awaken
for sleep's the only freedon
perhaps she knows
and when you look into her eyes
you won't believe
the way she's always payin'
for a debt she never owes
and the silent wind still blows
that only she can hear.
and so she goes