She must have felt like someone was watching her. I was always around.
I watched the girl lose it. I watched the girl break down.
She sat in her room all day and night. She didn't go out to see the sun. I wondered if her life was ending, where mine had just begun.
I watched the girl lose it. I watched the girl break down.
I wondered if she even saw me there or if she thought no one was around.
I wondered in different time and space if she always wore a crown. She doesn't mind it here and there, she knows she's the talk of the town. Ever since she could remember, someone put her down.
I watched the girl lose it. I watched the girl break down.
She must have felt like someone was watching her. I was always around.
I watched the girl get up again, though people were trying to push her down.
I smiled because I could barely remember how she wore a frown.
I watched the girl get up again, though some tried to push her down.
She must have felt like someone was watching her. I was still around.
She got out of bed, day after day. She kept thinking of the right things to say. Soon very kind people started coming her way.
I watched the girl get up again, with people now holding her hands.
I wondered how it happened like that, how it was written in the plans.
I watched the girl get up again, as she put on her crown.
She must have felt like someone was watching her. I was always around.
The Watch Tower
Written by: Suzie Sateri
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