destroyed by man

there's a girl in a barroom we all know her well, her name it's the story that some may like to tell, she may be young and pretty with lips red as wine, a girl whose eyes reflect the years no makeup can't hide, in her world walk the lonely the rejected and condemn, it's a world that once sent her there's no turning back again, like a rose that lies brushed and crumbled on the sand, she was created by heaven now destroyed by man, destroyed by man and the love that she gave, lost unless heaven canceled worthy the same, men don't respect her still they hold her hand, she was created by heaven now destroyed by man