I hope someday I will make it out of my doubts,
Even if it takes a few nights or a few thousand years.
I hope one day I can take care of my family and fight the beginnings and ends of all my fears.
Until I stand tall, skin and bones, underneath the sun, up against the wind,
One day I will make it.
Even if I’m broken to pieces, shredded finely to dust, at least I know
I will find myself.
And you, can you really say what it means, “To be Free?”
I will attain my own happiness, to become the woman I was meant to be.
Take your influence, take your judgment.
I am light as a feather, darling.
Till skin and bones, till dust and damned.
No one can touch me.
For I have been taken by the wind,
I am my own.
Isn’t it lovely?