back then,
without wrinkles and hair grey
I'd hold my own to him.
But I was so little,
little in my experience of life.
I went from daughter to wife
at the age girls were still dating,
planning their next vacation
not dusting, vacuuming and baking.

If I was this woman
that stands outspoken
not a little girl broken
I wouldn't have fallen for
stars in his eyes.
I'd rise as the stars and shine
without a man by my side.

If I was this woman
I'd hold the little girl
in my arms
and mother her from
experience. Every child
needs a mother. But not
every woman can
mother a child if she’s broken.