She was an innocent child

Full of hope, full of dreams

Not yet tainted by others

Nor involved in their schemes

 

She loved being silly

Being carefree in life

Unaware that her learning

Was just other people’s strife

 

As a good girl she listened

Never wanting to be rude

Adopting the methods of others

Far too young to be shrewd

 

People pushing and pulling

Saying who she should be

Cast a shadow on her senses

Preventing her to stay free

 

She conformed to their wishes

Wanting to make others proud

So she kept herself small

Remaining part of the crowd

 

She stood in her own way

Blind to all of her needs

Feeding other people’s dreams

Never sowing her own seeds

 

Then the tide started turning

Others didn’t know best

With resolve she looked inwards

Seeing all she’d repressed

 

Peeling away many layers

She saw her inner truth

That she knew all the answers

And reconciled with her youth