Please fight. |
Staring at your little hands Wandering what I want you to know What I want you to see, What one day I might show To your bright emerald eyes Shielded by long black lashes The great things you might do All the trophies and sashes All the hearts you will touch All the words you will say You might only be tiny But you’ll be huge one day So what do you say To a tiny little being Who will one day be Prime Minister But is yet only teething. Remember, my daughter That the sun will return And freckle your little arms, Be careful not to burn. Remember, my dear The rain is for dancing Puddles are for jumping And meadows are for prancing. Remember, sweet baby Your life is your own Your life is your stage For you to perform when your grown. Remember, little one That your voice is so loud Make people hear it, Make your opinions profound. Shake what people know, Be stronger, be right Listen, understand Don’t be afraid to fight For what you believe. Kneel when others stand Empathy is not weakness Take the underdogs hand. And be free. Smell the flowers, watch the bee Wear loose dresses, Watch and see The world that you grow in. You might just like What you see, little girl With you, I will fight. |