People say they know a girl who's lost her way, she's always
Angry. no one bothers to ask her what she hears or what she
Hopes for. the air is cold, she lives alone and tires of being
Her only provider, she can't fathom grace tonight, no not
Tonight, it's not an option.

Searching for more than mere tastes of living water, tired eyes
Tend to wander, seek the light. create in her a sense of awe
That sees your beauty, let your splendor flash with blinding
Light.

Cities slowly suffocate, what once was bright is now moth-eaten.
As young girls filter thoughts that once were fresh now worn and
Beaten. clutching pity like a prize to her side her fingers grow
Weary. "he cares so much for sparrows, won't he toss
Something out my way?"

Searching for more than mere lies disguised as dogma, tired eyes
Tend to wander, seek the light. create in her a sense of awe that
Sees your beauty, let your splendor flash with blinding light.
Standing tall all the aspen trees drink water as the rain falls
Down like laughter from the sky.