There is a girl back home
I’ve been thinking of
She’s offered soup
But denied help with soiled linens
And yet
We’ve never met
She’s often faced with fear
As often things unclear
Why? She asks. Why? She asks
Why she does never tell
There is a girl back home
I’ve been thinking of
She’s offered soup
But denied help with soiled linens
And yet
We’ve never met
She’s often faced with fear
As often things unclear
Why? She asks. Why? She asks
Why she does never tell