Ballad

I came to tell the story of a little girls big tears

Of how she sobbed and sobbed about her greatest fears

Lying on a stretcher surrounded by strange faces and bright lights

She was told to stick out her tongue and lay still, but all she wanted was to be held tight.

All she wanted was to be held tight, all she wanted was to be held tight

She was told to stick out her tongue and lay still, but all she wanted was to be held tight.

She was rushed into a scary white room, and her soul flooded with gloom

Surgery was everyone’s answer to the little girl’s fall that ended in kaboom.

Counting backwards from ten, she slowly said good night

Only to awaken again with such a fright, and all she wanted was to be held tight

All she wanted was to be held tight, all she wanted was to be held tight

She awakened with a fright, and all she ever wanted was to be held tight.