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