There is a girl who lives in the sky. She lives in a world of peace and happiness.
And every Sunday, she sits in the park.
She watches the people go by.
And on that Sunday, she saw me and told me not to cry.
And she held me close and tight and I was happy.

There is a girl who lives in the sky. She lives in a world of truth and lies.
And every Sunday, she sits in the park.
She watches the people go by.
And on that Sunday, she say me and told me she was lonely.
And we talked and talked until we were tired and I was happy.

There is a girl who lives in the sky. She lives in a world of love and hate.
And every Sunday, she sits in the park.
She watches the people go by.
And on that Sunday, she saw me and said I had been betrayed.
And she hugged me while I cried and she made me happy.

There is a girl who lives in the sky. She lives in a world of malice and deception.
And every Sunday, she sits in the park and cries.
There are no people to watch as they walk by.
And on that Sunday, she tried to take her life, but I saved her.
And I held her as we cried about the sadness of our lives. And I said all the good things that could happen if she came with me, and she smiled for the first time and brought happiness to her world.

There are four girls of the sky. And we all know them, but don't acknoledge them. And those four girls all treat each other with care and love and we all smile and laugh and rarely cry. We are the girls of the sky and we are happy.