There is a little girl inside every woman Who yearns to break free She wants to spread her wings and fly But instead, she is kept in a cage Because the grown up in her is shy
She is told she'll look like a fool We are living in a world where being real Is masked by the act of "being cool" She laughs at that, she doesn't understand Why won't we just let go of her hand? Why is the opinion of the world such a big deal?
There's a little boy inside every man He wants to be told the truth That it's okay for him to be scared at times Tell him it's okay to shed a tear, no need to lie He doesn't want to hear "boys don't cry"
He isn't defined by the sports he plays Or the weights that he can carry He isn't defined by his video games score, Or the comics he reads, nor the action movies. He is neither defined by the girl he dates, Nor the one he chooses to marry.
There's a little child inside each of you All they want is to not be forgotten, To be loved for who they are. To not be hidden, caged or tamed To be accepted, not to be ashamed.
Once in a while the little girl in me comes out Her unused wings are bent but not broken So she spreads her arms up in the air And jumps, reaching for the sky. Her clumsy feet collide, but she lands back on them. I admire myself better when I am her.