Let me tell you of a story of a girl.
A story of a girl,
who isn't a girl anymore.
A girl who turned into a woman,
as you will soon see.
A woman who is full of love
and has a dream of being free.
But back to the story of the girl,
this girl who is now a woman.
This girl who was full of wonder
and life.
She was born to a man
and to his wife.
Who needed this girl,
very much, you see.
They needed this girl more than they could believe.
Ohh this girl, this girl ,
this girl who is now a woman.
Ohh how I wish, so very much wish,
you could have seen the life that was in this child.
Her eyes,
they were so bright.
Her eyes,
they sparked.
Her eyes,
they danced with delight.
She wasn't just an ordinary girl,
this girl who is now a woman.
Sitting in her room at night,
dreaming, dreaming, dreaming.
Of day's to come,
of those very days she would become.
A wife, a mom, a woman.
This girl, this girl!
this girl who became a woman.
She was God's muse,
and as God's muse,
He watched her, Loved her, delighted in her,
on His throne in Heaven.
But this girl, this wonderful girl,
this girl who became a woman.
A sad, sad thing has happened,
it has happened to her, you see.
She became a woman to early,
to early indeed.
Innocents was taken from her,
ripped from her hands,
Life was stolen,
her life was broken.
To see this girl now,
this girl who is now a woman.
Her eyes,
are cold like ice.
Her eyes,
are bare of light.
Her eyes,
are dark as night.
And as God sits on His throne,
His throne in Heaven.
He weeps the tears of injustice,
oh His daughter, His muse, His very being
To lose the life, the love, the wonderment
ohh the wonderment, she didn't know she gave.
Looking at this woman, this woman,
this woman who was once a girl.
To lose herself,
in a cold, cold unfeeling world.
Has boxed herself in,
boxed herself up, all wrapped up with a shinny red bow.
To show that she is not scared,
unloved, and able to take the next blow.
For many years, So many years this woman,
this woman who was once a girl.
Longed for the girl she once knew,
the girl she once was.
Sometimes, at night, late at night
she would pray, scream, cry
To make become clean again,
to become alive again.
What happened to this woman,
this woman who was once a child.
Who is this woman,
this woman who was once a girl.
Is she you....
or is she me?
