Wildflower by Skylark She's faced the hardest times you could imagine and many times her eyes fought back the tears and when her youthful world was about to fall in each time her slender shoulders bore the weight of all her fears and a sorrow no one hears still rings in midnight silence, in her ears. Let her cry, for she's a lady let her dream, for she's a child let the rain fall down upon her She's a free and gentle flower, growing wild. and if by chance I should hold her let me hold her for a time but if allowed just one possession I would pick her from the garden, to be mine. Be careful how you touch her, for she'll awaken and sleep's the only freedom that she knows and when you walk into her eyes, you won't believe the way she's always paying for a debt she never owes and a silent wind still blows that only she can hear and so she goes. Let her cry, for she's a lady let her dream, for she's a child let the rain fall down upon her She's a free and gentle flower, growing wild She's a flower growing wild.