I could have been a mother once,
or a singer, or a dancer.
So much potential to be many things
but I've closed the book on that chapter.
Now I sit and resent, regret and repent,
wonder why no one asks what I want to answer.
It's because I have so little to tell
and far too much to handle.
It's cold outside and cold in here
and there's still so much to do.
I could be out there making millions
but I'll settle for a buck or two.
I am the girl that could have been;
that was, that is, that can
I wish my reflection were as big
as others think I am.
I don't need two, I don't need one,
I need much more than that.
I need a drag, I am a drag,
so now let's all go back.
Let's reflect on what we've learned
so far of this wide-eyed child.
She lost a life, her voice, her dance,
and somewhere her faith and drive.