Young girl with soft, pretty eyes of green
Told she'd never add up to anything
Oh girl, sweet girl with greatness unseen
Walked alone in the world in her Holy Genes
Holy Genes that have no price
Thanks to a God that sacrificed
She walks the streets alone tonight
Dragging her Holy Genes
Stomach empty, but full of life
Thanks to her Holy, Holy Genes
Battle wounds from a life of fights
Are seen where patches hid them all her life
Shown by the scars that are seen in the light
She isn't embarrassed of her Holy Genes
She wears her Genes no matter the season
Whether it's on a Sunday or any occasion
Hurricanes may blow
And she may feel cold
Trials have faded
But have never jaded
Her Holy, Holy Genes
Holy Genes that have no price
Thanks to a God that sacrificed
She walks the streets alone tonight
Dragging her Holy Genes
Stomach empty
But full of life
Thanks to her Holy, Holy Genes
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