Almost five years gone by
A fourteen-year-old girl
With sour lips to the world,
but with all the will to become

What could she be?
What could she want?
All the satisfaction
would mean nothing to her

And now the woman that stands
in front of the whole world
facing it all between the eyes
Cowards and ignorants we've become

She knows what she wants
And she knows what she means
The value inside and the comformity
of just being glad for being herself

And to her I thank
How I've learned to be
to let go and be
Without ever looking back
To just be me