She's sensitive
And quietly, she dabbles in philosophy
She finds her answers
Only to forget what she has come to see
She'd never want to hurt a soul
And even when she does, she hopes
That things will be, eventually, restored
She cares for harmony
She loves the rain, that sound of little drops of ocean
Almost reaching her where she's safe
Behind a window, looking out and dreaming
She's sensitive
And secretly she hopes there is a chance
That he would come to read her quietly
Those words, they don't come easily
The fireworks of talk explode
In empty space that could have made
A perfect scene for love
But now is proof of what was lost to fear
She loves the thought of who he would become if only he would see the strength he has
But you can never change another
She's sensitive
And quietly, she understands it's time to see
The path that leads to where she'll be herself
In all that she can be
No questions asked, the time has come
To face the truth with guts
And leave this story with an open heart
Proudly we move on
Head up high