Im the little girl
With the tattered clothes
Covered in dirt,
Bruises and such.
The tough little girl,
Too brave to cry.
I knew better,
I had a lot to hide.
Im the little girl
Who saw the chaos all around.
Who shouldered too many tears
And weights of the world.
The tough little girl
Who promised herself,
Never would that be her
Never would she be so weak.
Im the little girl
Grown up
Too brave,
Too tough to cry.
That tough little girl
Turned cold, hard woman
Too brave to cry,
I know better.
Im the little girl
Who still carries the weight
Who is broken inside
And cries sometimes.
The tough little girl
Who fights valiantly
But feels the pain
And grieves
Im the little girl
Deep inside
Who cries . . .
Sometimes
The tough little girl
Who often has reason
But sometimes I cry
With no reason why
Im the little girl
Who keeps on fighting
But sometimes I cry
With plenty of reasons why.
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