She's not been born yet.
The girl that sees a future of possibility.
The girl that feels intensely, and yet keeps her wits.
The girl that keeps her innocence while learning the ways of this world.
She's not been born yet.
The woman who is self-assured and confident of her path.
The woman who dances in the rain.
The woman who sings in the storm.
She's not been born yet.
But she will be.
And when that day comes,
The future will indeed hold possibility.
Emotion and reason will be held together.
She will be innocent enough to trust and wise enough to move on.
She's not been born yet.
But she will be.
And when that day comes,
She will step out on her path with head held high.
She will dance and sing without the world weighing her down.
She will be a force to be reckoned with,
And the storm will mean little in the grand scheme of things.
She's not been born yet.
But she will be.
And when that day comes,
I will have arrived.