She is tireless,
She's not hiding from a war
She is fighting,'cause love is worth the fighting for
She is sorrow,
When all i can do is cry
She is patient,
When my anger will not die
She takes and holds my hand,
Holds me until it all subsides
She is fearless,
When my tendency is fear
She is driving,
When my hands can't hold the wheel
She turns the car around,
And drives it straight
Into the clear moonlight where
I can see her face
She is mine, i am hers
And we are each other's hands
Who is she? who am i?
Who are we to stand as one?
She is a daughter and i am a son
She is speaking, though my heart has lost its tongue
She is standing by, and walking along,
Praying among the things that haunt me in a day
She is mine, i am hers
We are each other's hands
Who is she? who am i?
Who are we to stand as one?
She is mine, i am hers
And we are each other's hands
Who is she? who am i?
Who are we to stand as one?
She is a daughter...
She is a daughter...
She is a daughter...and i am a son.