And many times her eyes fought back the tears.
And when her youthful world was about to fall in
Each time her slender shoulders,
bore the weight of all her fears.
And the sorrow no one hears,
Still rings in midnight silence
In her ears...
Let her cry, for she’s a lady
Let her dream, for she’s a child
Let the rain fall down upon her
She’s a free and gentle flower, growing wild
**was talking to a friend earlier and he said this song reminds him of me! and i know for a fact that there's a plant called Erica. hahaha...but anyways, thank you for the song dedication. though, i think the hootie song still fits me better. wild???? me???? hahaha. just kidding. but all those things we talked about, i wouldn't have made it through without Him by my side. i'm glad that my life testimonies inspired you...totoo ba yan?
thanks again. i appreciate your friendship. =)