Tenderness is a virtue
I let my hair grow
Not to be sad
Not to be bad
But to be brave
When I let go of what I have
I let my hair grow
Surrounded by sunlight
Absorbing the moonlight
Which told me to hold tight
And speak when the time's right
They say your hair's what makes you pretty
They say beware of every memory
They say take care when seen by an enemy
But I say my faith I wear in melancholy
I say what's Divine is my remedy
And if believing was a felony
I say it's nothing but your jealously
