I was born to mirror a kin
Of pretentious sophists and sort
Of the many dreams that I bore within
A good number, I had to abort
Cause papa stood over my shoulder
Lest I ever go wrong
Unwittingly he killed my youth
He never let me sing my song.
I grew up to be quite a lady
A remarkably pretty dame
So many suitors would ask for me
Most of which were a shame
It took me time, but I found
Who I'd longed for so long
The perfect match, only one flaw
He never let me sing my song
In a couple of years down the line
We took the vow, hand in hand
In sickness and in health
Together we would stand
We lived some dreams as one
And as one, we were strong
Then the brood came along
And I never could sing my song
As a family we saw each other
Through happiness and sorrow
Generation after the other we lived
Like there was to be no tomorrow
Lying on my deathbed today, I watch
The glimpses of the life I've lived so long
I now realize, that everybody I've known
Has sung an essential part in my song
