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Not the greatest, but something very close to me regardless |
| There was a girl Who waited at windows Sitting on a chair Just staring outside Her mother would ask her 'What are you doing?' And she would answer I'm waiting for my ride There was a girl Who learned that she Would live her life Without a half Of who she was And what she wanted So much in this world It made it hard to laugh There was a woman Who learned to grow And be a good person Despite who she lost While she was that girl And while she still yearns For what's lost to be found If there was only a cost There was a girl Who stared out of windows She dreamed of being held In her lost daddy's arms And when she turned old And the lights began fading She saw nothing but him And her sadness disarmed |