You can't mold her
or shape her into your desires
her thoughts are hard as stone
her head held high
You can't mold her imperfections
for she's driven by her own thoughts
You can't shape her
because she stays firm,
firm in her beliefs
and keeps walking
walking
People stand and see the light
pouring out of her
because she won't listen
to the hate they give
or the hate she receives
They try to change her
and see what's on the inside
but she simply won't let them
won't go down the road
of dark
It's impossible to mold her...
for she's made of hard clay
hard clay
we all have that girl inside us
we just have to break the chains
