SOULTY - Young

I was young
Barely five years old
Believing all
That I was told
Dreaming 'bout
Stars and golden sands
Singing along
To my favourite bands
Now I'm grown
I'm bold, I'm torn and
I'm toiling life
Being a good mans wife
In my teens
Still caught up in dreams
Insecure
Trying to allure
Adult then
Like a fledging wren
Hoping to impress
In uncomfy dress
Now I'm grown and
I'm still immature and
I'm toiling life
Being a good mans wife
Now I'm grown
Well, I'm still immature and
I'm toiling life
Being a good mans wife
Who will I then
Tomorrow be
Let me be one
One with high esteem
Kind and loving and so
Full of beams
Like the girl
Singing in my dreams
Now I'm grown and
I'm bold, I'm torn and
I'm toiling life
Being a good mans wife
Woah
Now I'm grown
I'm immature and
I'm toiling life
Being a good mans wife
Now I'm grown
Well, I'm bold, I'm torn and
I'm toiling life
Being a good mans wife
Kind and loving and so
Full of beams
Like the girl
Singing in my dreams

Written by:
Margarete Hartley

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