The Orphan

A flood of memory washes over me

A lonely girl, betrayed and battered

Contrives affection from a doll she cradles so

Thinking it will be the only love she'll ever know

Her spirit is in pieces

Her heart has broken at the seams

She craves one drop of kindness

But all she has are shattered dreams

She curses the injustice, and begs to know the reason why

She suffers in this prison when all she wants to do is fly

Over mountains, over oceans

How her restlessness stirs

For she longs for her liberty

When will liberty be hers?

Her life is not of value

Poverty secures her fate

Condemned to be a woman

Barely fit to educate

She swallows her rebellion

But there's a storm within her breast

She tries to quell the downpour

Yet cannot tame her soul's unrest

And the lightning strikes inside her

As she looks to the sky

And she pledges to spread her wings

Through a hurricane, she'll fly

Over mountains, over oceans

How her restlessness stirs

For she longs for her liberty

When will liberty be hers?

There's no sight so sad

No stench so bad

As that of a naughty girl

No crime so grave

As children who misbehave

When a girl can't be saved

God hears her plea

But He leaves her soul to me