She won't recover from her losses
  She hasn't chosen this path but she watches who it crosses
  Maybe move to the right maybe move to the left
  So we can all see the pain she wears like a banner on her chest
  And we all say it's sad and we think it's a shame
  And she's called to our attention but we do not call her name
  The girl with the weight of the world in her hands
  
  Cause we're busy with our happiness and busy with our plans
  I wonder if alone she wants it taken from her hands
  But if things didn't keep getting harder
  She might miss her sacred chance to go a consecrated martyr
  The girl with the weight of the world in her hands
  
  I wonder which saint that lives inside a bead
  Will grant her consolation when she counts upon her need
  It makes us all angry though we feign to care
  But who will be the scale to weigh the cross she has to bear
  The girl with the weight of the world in her hands
  
  Is the glass half full or empty I ask her as I fill it
  She said "it doesn't really matter pretty soon you're bound to spill it"
  With the half logic language of the sermon she delivers
  And the way she smiles so knowingly at me gives me the shivers
  I pull the blankets higher when I'm finally safe at home
  And she takes a hundred with her but she always sleeps alone
  The girl with the weight of the world in her hands
  
  And I wonder which saint that lives inside a bead
  Will grant her consolation when she counts upon her need
  It makes us all angry though we feign to care
  But who will be the scale to weigh the cross she has to bear
  The girl with the weight of the world in her hands