Текст песни The Girl With the Weight of the World In Her Hands - Indigo Girls
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
her
pain
she
wears
like
a
banner
on
her
chest,
And
we
all
say
it's
sad,
And
we
think
it's
a
shame,
And
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,
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
martyr,
The
girl
with
the
weight
of
the
world
in
her
hands,
I
wonder
which
saint,
That
lives
inside
a
bead,
Will
grant
her
consolation,
When
she
counts
upon
her
need,
It
makes
us
all
angry,
Though
we
feign
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
logic
language,
Of
the
sermon
she
delivers,
And
the
way
she
smiles
so
knowingly
at
me,
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,
When
she
counts
upon
her
need
It
makes
us
all
angry,
Though
we
feign
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
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