Atlas GirlShe's
got a chip on her shoulder
about the size of the globe
and it's weighing her down
She's got a cute little
curl
on the end of her lips
trying to hide her frown
The burdens of millions
are the tears of her soul
as they rain down her cheeks
At the end of each day
she feels like she's
been awake for weeks
Atlas girl
What if she shrugged
What if she sneezed
Can't she here the one
who says, "Come unto me?"
The strength she's been
given
are the muscles of love
but even they can get sore
And she's taken more
pressure
than is meant for a child
but still she wants more
Atlas girl
Atlas girl
Well, He's gentle in spirit
and humble in heart
if she'd lay it all down
she'd be doing her part
Atlas girl
copyright 1992 Dale
Suffridge
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