It drops that soaring dream you fly.
And knocks you down ’til you smash.
It breaks the stoned heart ’til left with emptiness.
Oh Emptiness, what have you done to this young lady?
Her heart’s full of thorns.
Let pain be away and let wind carries it.
If not, how painful to see a young heart full of hurt and ache.
At her prime, let her savor love.
Give her a glimmer of hope.
To lighten her day.