In the quiet morning There was much despair And in the hours that followed
No one could repair
That poor girl Tossed by the tides of misfortune
Barely here to tell her tale Rolled in on a sea of disaster Rolled out on a mainline rail
She once walked right at my side I'm sure she walked by you
Her striding steps could not deny Torment from a child who knew
That in the quiet morning There would be despair
And in the hours that followed No one could repair
That poor girl She cried out her song so loud
It was heard the whole world round A symphony of violence The great southwest unbound
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