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 a 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 held her
let me hold her for a time
but if allowed just oe possession
I would pick her from the garden, to be mine
Be careful how you touch her, for she'ss awaken
and sleep's the only freedom that she knows
and when you walk into her eyes, you won't beleive
the way she's always paying
for a debt she never owes
and a 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
-- Skylark Wildflower olee skoooollll
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It is inevitable that some defeat will enter even the most victorious life. The human spirit is never finished when it is defeated... it is finished when it surrenders.
Ben Stein
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