Laurence Overmire - The Iranian Girl lyrics

There's a hole in the ground A moving of earth, now made A sad depression Where once she played in Puddle-rain Splashing with the joy that comes From child-like feet The sound is still here In the air, the breeze yet carrying The secret laughter That haunts the waking hours of those Who've lost the way How vain to think that Memory can be erased All will remember No one escapes I wonder if she saw it The moment before Her hair still flying free The metal catching that last Pure glint of sun Did she hear the explosion That made no sense Did she feel Her body come apart And fall like dust, too soon Does anyone ask Whatever she felt, whatever she dreamed Her dreaming time is gone And no lofty word of God or Glory will ever make it right Dare to listen and you will Hear her Dare to open your eyes and see The Iranian girl No different Like you, like me.