Maybe I was
a little girl,
That nobody thought could feel?
Maybe I was
a child,
that nobody thought was real?
Maybe I am
a woman,
Whom everyone thinks is strong?
Maybe I am still,
a little girl,
who only thinks she's wrong?
But leaves turn many colors,
and maybe, so do I.
'Cause if I escape this madness,
I plan to learn to fly,
instead of cry.