I know a maiden, Oh so sweet
Right from her head down to her feet
The heavenly angels envy her face
She is the manifestation of beauty and grace
Her very pout is fairer far
Than smiles of other maidens are
Her eyes the stars of a midnight fair
Matched only by the beauty of her hair
Her laughter the sound of a ringing bell
She has me completely under her spell
So I pray to the Lord divine
To make this pretty maiden mine
© Otty 1990
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A teardrop says everything. No speech is needed Only guesses are intended Sad. Joy. Pride. You cannot hide..
Her eyes are empty, Her stomach is too, Here we are again, Like an animal in a zoo People stare through the bars, Disbelief in their eyes, At the girl with the cuts, Who never cries..
I see their faces, The horror in their eyes, The woman who looks dead, But alas she never dies.
They didn't understand. They never listened. So now I get the blame. And he didn't. but it's just not fair. They listened to him. But never to me. my side of the story is the truth. Honest.
Nothing seems right in her eyes, I can't tell the truth from her lies. She comes in all hours of the night, blood on her cloths, she sings with delight.
How to be happy, you ask.
With enough thrust, even pigs will fly, But a bit of iron makes the stars die. Diamonds in hardness all surpass, But too much flame turns them to gas.
Think you can get me down, Well you are wrong. No matter what you say, I'm going to stay strong. You can cut my wrists, And you can bruise my thighs. No matter what you do, I'm never saying goodbye..
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