INDIGO GIRLS - The Girl With The Weight Of The World In Her Hands lyrics

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She won't recover from her losses<br>She's not chosen this path<br>But she watches who it crosses<br>Maybe move to the right<br>Maybe move to the left<br>So we can all see her pain she wears<br>Like a banner on her chest<br>And we all say it's sad<br>And we think it's a shame<br>And she's called to our attention<br>But we do not call her name<br>The girl with the weight<br>Of the world in her hands<br><br>Cause we're busy with our happiness<br>And busy with our plans<br>I wonder if alone she wants it<br>Taken from her hands<br>But if things didn't keep getting harder<br>She might miss her sacred chance<br>To go a consecrated martyr<br>The girl with the weight<br>Of the world in her hands<br><br>I wonder which saint<br>That lives inside a bead<br>Will grant her consolation<br>When she counts upon her need<br>It makes us all angry<br>Though we feign to care<br>But who will be the scale<br>To weigh the cross she has to bear<br>The girl with the weight<br>Of the world in her hands<br><br>Is the glass half-full or empty<br>I ask her as I fill it<br>She said it doesn't really matter<br>Pretty soon you're bound to spill it<br>With the half logic language<br>Of the sermon she delivers<br>And the way she smiles so knowingly<br>At me gives me the shivers<br>I pull the blanket higher<br>When I'm finally safe at home<br>And she'll take a hundred with her<br>But she always sleeps alone<br>The girl with the weight<br>Of the world in her hands<br><br>I wonder which saint<br>That lives inside a bead<br>Will grant her consolation<br>When she counts upon her need<br>It makes us all angry<br>Though we feign to care<br>But who will be the scale<br>To weigh the cross she has to bear<br>The girl with the weight<br>Of the world in her hands