SHE the HER...
Time is still,her heart has to steal,
She feels she's not real, because she's been destroyed like a reel.
Passed through with steel, she needs to breath again to feel.
She's compressed like a rail, train on her so heavy she can't tell.
Give her peace, she is already in piece.
She needs a place to call home,a home that she'll call 'all mine',
She needs to be whole again,the her that was fine,
She doesn't need a hug, but someone to call her honey,
Someone who is not phony, and cares about her and not money,
Give her a place to sit, she feels like she is a seat.
They say big girls don't cry, what if they are in a fry,
Don't they still get a chance to try, to be less a little shy,
To just let tears flow from their eye, free her hands from the tie,
Even when everything is a lie, can she hold on not to die,
She is human in every right,let her be on your right.
She feels she's not real, because she's been destroyed like a reel.
Passed through with steel, she needs to breath again to feel.
She's compressed like a rail, train on her so heavy she can't tell.
Give her peace, she is already in piece.
She needs a place to call home,a home that she'll call 'all mine',
She needs to be whole again,the her that was fine,
She doesn't need a hug, but someone to call her honey,
Someone who is not phony, and cares about her and not money,
Give her a place to sit, she feels like she is a seat.
They say big girls don't cry, what if they are in a fry,
Don't they still get a chance to try, to be less a little shy,
To just let tears flow from their eye, free her hands from the tie,
Even when everything is a lie, can she hold on not to die,
She is human in every right,let her be on your right.
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