She just started life on her own today, Never seen the light of day. Prancing around on a darkened street, Taking what comes here way. Kicked out, running scared, Looking for a place to live. Hopeless and blind with no state of mind, With so much love to give. Its not late for love, When it comes from above. All her lifes been misery, Broken hearted tragedy. Its not late for love. Always seems the worlds unfair No one gets a second chance. Spinning around never touching the ground, Living in some kind of trance. Reach out, grab ahold, Time to make your move. Open your eyes look up to the skies Hes waiting there for you.
prancing, ahold, love, late, come