The life of a girl
Sweet and delirious
She speaks the language of love
And the sky is her friend
Then she is a woman
Her dress is now a gown
And her beauty trudges through bitter mist
She welcomes a man
That does not welcome back
One scream and shes covered in red, purple and blue
The language is not understood
Because the love has become drunk
Who blows its repulsive breath in her pretty face
Months go and now she plays mother
And she hears a symphony with a single fiddle
His love becomes a storm
But who knows what she did
All she did was try
To teach him the language of love