Cut up knees and damaged pride
mangled hair and tear stained eyes
rising up above ashen clouds
she finds herself , and no one else
she takes a step, and falls again
but next time will be different
a heart so strong
so strong as hers
will rise above this natural earth
to natural skies , she dreams she flies
up and away from blackened eyes
and blacker hearts , she prays to find
a way out, an angel guide
take her home, this shattered soul
take her home, this heart of gold
rock her gently, let her know
she's won the fight, and she can go
or better give her angel wings
she's earned to rise up on her own
release the pain,and raise your head
now go sweet child, go on home
