Girl With The Weight Of The World In Her Hands Testo

She won't recover from her losses,She's not chosen this path, but she watches who it crossesMaybe move to the right, maybe move to the leftSo we can all see her pain she wears like a banner on her chestAnd we all say it's sad, and we think it's a shameAnd she's called to our attention, but we do not call her nameThe girl with the weight of the world in her handsWe're busy with our happiness, busy with our planeI wonder if alone she wants it taken from her handsBut if things didn't get any harderShe might miss her sacred chance to go a consecrated martyrThe girl with the weight of the world in her handsI wonder which saint that lives inside a beadWill grant her consolation when she counts upon her needIt makes us all angry though we feign to careBut who will be the scale to weigh the cross she has to bear -The girl with the weight of the world in her handsIs the glas half-full or empty, I ask her as I fill itShe said it doesn't really matter, pretty soon you're bound to spill itWith the half logic language of the sermon she deliversAnd the way she smiles so knowingly at me gives me the shiversI pull the blanket higher when I'm finally safe at homeAnd she'll take a hundred with her, but she always sleeps aloneThe girl with the weight of the world in her hands