The Orphan

JANE: A flood of memory washes over me
 A lonely girl, betrayed and battered
 Contrives affection from a doll she cradles so
 Thinking it will be the only love she'll ever know
 Her spirit is in pieces
 Her heart has broken at the seams
 She craves one drop of kindness
 But all she has are shattered dreams
 She curses the injustice
 And begs to know the reason why
 She suffers in this prison
 When all she wants to do is fly
 Over mountains
 Over oceans
 How her restlessness stirs
 For she longs for her liberty
 When will liberty be hers?
 Her life is not of value
 Poverty secures her fate
 Condemned to be a woman
 Barely fit to educate
 She swallows her rebellion
 But there's a storm within her breast
 She tries to quell the downpour
 Yet cannot tame her soul's unrest
 And the lightning strikes inside her
 As she looks to the sky
 And she pledges to spread her wings
 Through a hurricane she'll fly
 Over mountains
 Over oceans
 How her restlessness stirs
 For she longs for her liberty
 When will liberty be hers?
 MR. BROCKLEHURST: There's no sight so sad
 No stench so bad
 As that of a naughty girl
 No crime so grave
 As children who misbehave
 When a girl can't be saved
 God hears her plea
 But He leaves her soul to me