Shes faced the hardest times you could imagine,
any many times her eyes fought back the tears
and wheh her youthful world was about to fall in
each time her slender shoulders, bore the weight of all her fears
and a sorrow no one hears
still rings in midnight silence in her ears
let her dream for shes a child,
let the rain fall down upon her,
shes a free and gentle flower, growing wild
and if by chance i should hold her,
let me hold her for a while,
but if allowed just one posession,
i would pick her from the garden to be mine,
ummmm
be careful how you touch her, for shell awaken,
and sleeps the only freedom that she knows,
and when you walk into her eyes, you wont believe
how shes always paying, for a debt she never owes,
and a silent wind still blows
that only she can hear and so she goes
shes a flower, growing wild
shes free