Song I wrote for a friend. In 3.
Not every girl, but
one hundred, one thousand million girls,
stood where you now stand.
They have, and do, and will stand here--
All because Man began.
The face of an angel will not save you-
the hand of the devil is no help at all-
jesus is kind but God is unusual
He made you a heart-which
he left in the hall.
Were you born with a silver spoon in your mouth?
Does it taste like silver or blood?
Were you born in the dirt of the back of a trailer?
What's dirt? Bruises or mud?
Did you sit silent, did you run, scream?
Do you work and work now, will you dream?
One hundred, one thousand, million girls
stood where you now stand.
They did and they do and --if they live--
long enough--
reach out and take your hand.