Weight Of The World

She won't recover from her losses

She's not chosen this path, but she watches who it crosses

Maybe move to the right, maybe move to the left

So we can all see the pain she wears like a banner on her chest

We all say it's sad and we think it's a shame

She's called to our attention, but we do not call her name

The girl with the weight of the world in her hands

'Cause we're busy with our happiness, we're busy with our plans

I wonder if alone she wants it taken from her hands

But if things didn't keep getting harder

She might miss her sacred chance to go a consecrated matyr

The girl with the weight of the world in her hands

I wonder which saint that lives inside a bead

Will grant her consolation as she counts upon her knees

It makes us all angry, though we fail to care

But who will be the scale to weigh the cross she has to bear?

The girl with the weight of the world in her hands

"Is the glass half-full or empty?" I ask her as I fill it

She said, "It doesn't really matter, pretty soon you're bound to spill it"

With the half-hearted language of the sermon she delivers

The way she smiles so knowingly, it near gives me the shivers

I pull the blanket higher, when I'm finally safe at home

And she'll take a hundred with her, but she always sleeps alone

The girl with the weight of the world in her hands

I wonder which saint that lives inside a bead

Will grant her consolation as she counts upon her knees

It makes us all angry, though we fail to care

But who will be the scale to weigh the cross she has to bear

The girl with the weight of the world in her hands