She wears her imaginary veil during the day
it's the imaginary wall she puts up to keep her safe
from the harmful words she might hear strangers say
if they get too close when they come her way
Yeah---
She'll run/she'll hide/she won't stay...
Charlotte grew up in the jungle
yeah, in the Africa wild...
She knew the language of the forrest rain...
the sound monkey's make when they're in pain...
or, the roar of a beautiful Lion saying hello...
offering its golden mane --
as her own personal pillow
She wishes now that she'd run faster...
that she could have escaped her capture...
now, living in a different kind of jungle
she does not know, or -- understand...
(it's hard for her to comprehend)
the words she hears sound so foreign
dreaming at night of returning to the jungle
she longs to hear the language within a forrest rain.