She walks through the thorn bushes laid out before her.
Her heart keeps her moving, each step brings her forward;
Yet still, there are those
Who grab at her feet.
They claw at her soul;
If only she'd see
That she's more than they'll ever be able to reach,
And her heart can dream bigger; her spirit can sour through the sky–
The turbulent, beautiful, disastrous night.
She can sing a song that threatens the gem of the sirens that sit by the shore.
She wants more.
If she reaches she'll find it,
it's there for her taking.
Just unfold and unwind it,
You're a jewel in the making.
Beautiful Girl–
She's searching for gold in the dry, barren land.
She won't give it up, keeps on digging with hands
That are worn, tore
And calloused with need
Her knees are sore
And slowly they bleed
But she's more than they'll ever be able to reach,
And her heart can dream bigger; her spirit can sour through the sky–
The turbulent, beautiful, disastrous night.
She can sing a song that threatens the gem of the sirens that sit by the shore.
She wants more.
If she reaches she'll find it,
it's there for her taking.
Just unfold and unwind it,
You're a jewel in the making.
I can see, in time,
Aging like wine,
You are so beautiful; please see my side.
Please see yourself through perspectives of mine.
Beautiful Girl–
Jewel of a Girl–
Beautiful Girl–
Lost in the swirl of reality's pain.
Beautiful Girl–
Shake off the world.
Open your heart.
Let your visions unfurl.
Your dreams are in reach,
Right in your hands.
Just close your fist,
Watch your sweet soul expand.
And if you reach out you'll find it,
It's there for your taking.
Just unfold and unwind it,
You're a jewel in the making
Beautiful Girl.
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