THE VIRGIN
Gene Clark
             

She went off to the city 
To find what she was looking for 
To identify, to really try 
To find herself some hope 
With the summer sun for laughing 
And the winter rain did pour 
She was lovelier from learning 
And from living, loving more 
From her dancing love and young soul 
And the gypsies in her dream 
To the pulse of stark acceptance 
When the winds began to freeze 
With no curfews left to hold her 
And no walls to shield her pain 
Finding out that facts were older 
And that life forms are insane. 
The presence of protection seemed 
To fade, as did her doubt 
That she now was no exception 
Nor was the love who pushed her out 
 
Though the streets cried out, 
Go, homesick 
Virtues strength of mind would ring 
In the maladies of meaning 
The sad song she learned to sing. 
Now, her teachers and philosophers 
And the poet`s silver throat 
Are the vessels which on wisdom`s karmic ocean she will float. 
Was this her revolution, 
Just a child in love`s crusade, 
With the question in her innocence 
Through the lies her eyes betrayed?