First she burned Slowly her skin sizzled and roared for help Yet they passed her by without a look Let the girl with the curls burn.
Centuries later She starts to stand The wails died out The marks soon faded The pain, a mere memory suppressed Let the girl with the curls forget
Now Those who passed her stand stare Swarming her in admiration Worshipping her every feature til she's begging for space Let the girl with the curls be
A few years from now The crowds will be long gone Not seeing the swinging skirt among the trees
A girl swaying under a sun that once burned her Comfortable in a skin, backs once were striked for Now she soars Let the girl with the curls glow