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