I am a child, I am a woman
I wonder where my life path will lead me, and how I will get there
I hear music as I watch traffic jams in the street
I see my son as he is born on a mist of sea foam
I want to love so deep that I am lost at sea
I am a child, I am a woman

I pretend to be a grownup as I play in my mind
I feel like soft silk and warm velvet when I am touched in passion and desire
I touch my sons cheek and I am lost in a cloud of contentment
I worry that I will never be in love again and will walk this earth alone,
I cry when I realize that I can’t write my own life script, it will all be ad-libbed
I am a child, I am a woman

I understand that you cannot change others, they will be who they are
I say fight for what you know in your heart is right even if you go down in flames
I dream of laying in contentment in the arms of my man, my warm passion, washed over by cooling waves of love
I try to be kind and see the best in others and am sad when I can’t see it
I hope that I can touch someone’s life in a meaningful way and that they will remember me
I am a child, I am a woman

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