Track byPaul Gordon
JANE A flood of memory washes over me A lonely girl, betrayed and battered Contrives affection from a doll she cradles so Thinking it will be the only love she'll ever know Her spirit is in pieces Her heart has broken at the seams She craves one drop of kindness But all she has are shattered dreams She curses the injustice And begs to know the reason why She suffers in this prison When all she wants to do is fly Over mountains Over oceans How her restlessness stirs For she longs for her liberty When will liberty be hers? Her life is not of value Poverty secures her fate Condemned to be a woman Barely fit to educate She swallows her rebellion But there's a storm within her breast She tries to quell the downpour Yet cannot tame her soul's unrest And the lightning strikes inside her As she looks to the sky And she pledges to spread her wings Through a hurricane she'll fly Over mountains Over oceans How her restlessness stirs For she longs for her liberty When will liberty be hers? MR. BROCKLEHURST There's no sight so sad No stench so bad As that of a naughty girl No crime so grave As children who misbehave When a girl can't be saved God hears her plea But He leaves her soul to me