I met a girl fifteen years ago
she was a precious little baby-girl
she had the inocence in every blink
she was just as everybody else
she had nothing special
her future was a broken wing
her family were some strangers
her dreams were hard to reach
her whole life was an empty glass
she wouldn't stand herself
her own reflextion would remind her
there's no rewards for fair lives
I met this girl fifteen years ago
I don't know where is she now
Is she suffering?
she can't be far away from the beginning
She can't fly with just one wing
