As I look up at my mother
At the woman im to be
I cant help but cry for the woman inside me
The woman thats so different
Whose spirit is wild and free
The one that, like the elements does just what will please
The one so strong and fierce that has men doubled over on their knees
With the beauty of a rose catching the first rays of light
That make people smile and rejoice with delight
Thats who I am
Not a mirror for you
You cannot subject me to do what you do
