I wonder who she is? br She walks like there's no pre-determined destination br Sometimes she stops to draw breath br Then she carries on to fill up her tank br Her boots must have caused her foot sore br Cause she looks quite miserable in it. br br I wonder if she's drunk? br Because her speed changes constantly; br It varies according to the weather br She looks like she's about to fall br Anytime soon br I wonder if the ground will be br Convenient enough to support br Her delicate skin br And her jaded soul? br br I wonder if she knows i care? br Every morning before everything goes wrong br I pray she won't step on a bomb br I pray for a revolution br I beg the world 'don't torment this girl too much' br She's only 20 br She doesn't need to learn all the lessons br Yet. br br I watch in misery as she talks to the mirror br To console her fading reflection br Her voice echos through the night br As she goes; br 'I'm okay, i'm okay - i can do this' br I wonder if she knows she's fooling herself? br br Everything falls apart before her very eyes br I wonder if she truly believes br That the sun will finally shine br And perhaps the caged bird will sing br If she stops whining?br br Lara W.