The kind of girl who
wanders alone
The kind of girl who
doesn't give a s***
The girl with the
wicked gleam in her eye
The girl that causes traffic to slow down,
then frantically speed away
The girl who wanders down the street
and people go inside
The girl that just flaunts her attitude
so there's nothing left to hide
Has the little girl been lost?
The one who was left behind
Who saw the world through naive eyes
Who had only the simplest things in mind
And desired only love and affection
From those who could not seem to give it
Where is that child today?
That girl who so often dreamed
Of gallant princes on white stallions
Of castles on distant hills that gleamed
Who wished for that one great love
To come and sweep her off her feet
Is she gone forever?
The tender heart that became tough
She believed that things would turn out okay
She just needed to pray hard enough
Then she would be (and do) the right thing
Instead of making more mistakes
Do you think if I found that child
That I could go back to the long-ago time
To the innocent spirit that saw truth
To the hopeful soul and purest mind
That knew someday all would be well
And believed God had a plan
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