She'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