There's a young girl who marvels at the woman I've come to be.
When I was young no one could see what she could see in me.
See the woman I've come to be.
I smile when I see her.
Peaking through my eyes.
The girl I remember now looking at me.
Watching the woman I've come to be.
She's anxious when I move to slow.
She wants me to go to places she's seen before.
Seen them at night in her dreams, long ago.
She wants me to be free.
Free to be the woman I've come to be.
I speak to her.
I call her name.
I introduce myself.
I want her to love the woman I've come to be.
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