Wednesday, October 8th, 2008...5:39 am
Wildflower
- Color Me Badd -
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 the sorrow no one hears,
Still rings in midnight silence
In her ears…
Chorus:
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 that 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.
Mine….
Be careful how you touch her, for she’ll awaken
And sleeps 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 owes
And the silent wind still blows, that only she can hear,
And so she goes….
She’s a flower…
Growing wild…….
1 Comment
October 11th, 2008 at 8:51 am
ds song ta s prfect 4 u…”let her cry for she’s a lady..let her drim 4 she’s a child”…dats vry true…sumtyms we tend to luk @ rselves as grown-ups who could do almost everythng bt d truth s,,everytym we get hurt, we regress to d child we once wer…dt no mater how strong d wall we built to protct us der wil olweiz com a tym wn we fil dt everytng cn be cured by r mom’s therapeutic touch wid som medi-strips and cndies and lollipops….
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