I know a girl.
Stunning.
She could **** and get away with it.
Imagine humanitys mother,
And then make her care a little more.

But she has a secret.
She thinks she can fix everyone,
But she cannot fix herself.

She thinks she is broken
Because life told her she was
It struck her down in her stride
And shes never been the same.

So shes singing herself the blues
But only by the sunrise of a new day
Another sleepless night
She does not want you to hear.

But if you listen closely you can hear her song.

In every word she speaks
In every look she gives
In every kind, loving gesture she makes
She hums her song

And it is beautiful
Though she does not know it.

Her song is the song of the broken
Of the ones who are brought to their knees
With nothing left to do but stay there and pray
Her song is the song of the valiant
Who do not look down at the ground
They look up at the sky
Undaunted. The world
Cannot hurt them.

Her song is her song.
And if you're lucky,
One day she'll sing it to you.
You'll know it when you hear it.