If she could go back down that road,
and take a turn-the other way-
And find a place, a gentle face-
that made her smile, and learn to pray..
…
One more day, might find a way….oh, oh, yeah, but then…
She dries her tears, holds back her fears,
and faces night in troubled waters-
She’s cocaine’s daughter.
…
To laugh and run in morning sun,
through magic fields of waving clover.
Not blinded by the clouded sky,
She’d take a breath and start all over.
…
One more night, she tries to fight..oh, oh, yeah, but then…
She dries her tears, holds back her fears,
and faces night in troubled waters-
She’s cocaine’s daughter.
…
I try to hide, I’ve learned to lie,
though my soul is dead inside me.
I’ve tried to run, but cannot beat,
The hurt and pain that seem to guide me.
…
So, one more dawn, I sits alone, oh, oh, yeah, but then…
I dry my tears, hold back my fears,
Treading in those troubled waters,
and fight cocaine’s daughter.
…
Face your self and brace yourself,
admit that cold and snow surrounds you.
It’s I, not she, not “us” but “me”.
Speak the truth, be strong and true.
…
It’s the only way, to learn to pray, oh, oh, yeah, but then…
I stand strong, I’m not alone,
I take a breath, God does the rest,
No longer trapped as cocaine’s daughter.
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