There is a girl who fears to walk,
And sits in her spot all day long.
She is also the girl who when cries tears of gold,
Grows wings and flies like a bird.
But she is the girl who is the happiest of all,
Who tears only when she fears to walk.
She is the girl who when flies across the town,
Barely sees anything with tears of gold that flood her eyes.
But the tears are gold,
All of them she showers on the town.
On palaces of marble and huts of straw,
Of happy people when she fears to walk.
One day on a flight like this,
A tear lands on a little boy near a hut.
Who picks it up and looks above,
To witness the sight at once.
Not the wings,
No not the gold.
But, the tears,
And the pretty face they were on.
He throws away the tear that was gold,
And sets her free just like a bird.
He sees a light,
And no, it was not gold.
It was a smile,
On the girl who just touched the ground.
