P-O - Squinting at the Sun

She's the genie with no lamp
She's frightened in the dark
No-one knows about her and they never let her out

And in the street, the girls play kiss and run
In their bare feet, squinting at the sun

Genie's locked into a world
No love, no light, no sound
The spell is spun, the damage done
It's too late when she's found

And in the street, the girls play kiss and run
In their bare feet, squinting at the sun

I hear her whimpering
I hear her whimpering
I hear her whimpering

She's been there for thirteen years
It's hard to understand
Someone's guilty secret
Has been getting out of hand

Written by:
Ruth Miller

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