She from Bridges by Dale Harris

She, she cuts herself at night
and she, in gaudy orange bright
and she, her eyes are red and raw from crying

She, can’t look you in the face
and she, in torn and tattered lace
and she, her trembling hands are grey and dying

But she’s beautiful in his eyes
her soul bared, her heart without disguise
and ten thousand drops of blood show she was worth the fight
and from ten thousand empty graves she stands up in his light
so ten thousand angel songs can speak her name
she, without excuse and without blame

She wants love she cannot have
and she has forgotten how to laugh
and she, her skin is pale and parched from hiding

But she’s beautiful in his eyes
her soul bared, her heart without disguise
and ten thousand drops of blood show she was worth the fight
and from ten thousand empty graves she stands up in his light
so ten thousand angel songs can speak her name
she, without excuse and without blame

She, the past etched in her eyes
and she, her face lined with her lies
and she, the road back home is steep and winding

But she’s beautiful in his eyes
her soul bared, her heart without disguise
and ten thousand drops of blood show she was worth the fight
and from ten thousand empty graves she stands up in his light
so ten thousand angel songs can speak her name
she, without excuse and without blame

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• ecclectic
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