I remember lying my head on my mother’s lap
She sang me a story soothing me into a quiet nap.

She sang of a girl who was smart and sure.
She sang the words and her voice was gentle and pure.

This girl was on an adventure in a far-away land.
Searching for the secrets to hold in the palm of her hand.

This girl always found the answers as she followed her dreams.
She was strong and smart and the journey wasn’t as hard as it seems.

The child falls asleep fingers tickling her ear
She is safe for the moment and has no fear.

I want to be safe. I want to be sure.
I want a life to be something I just don’t have to endure.

I want to be happy. I want to be free.
But what does this mean to Cindy, to me?

Where is the girl who held tight to her prize
Is she this woman who won’t open her eyes?

Is this girl afraid of what she will see?
That life wasn’t as bad as she thought it to be.

Or will she journey to a place that is different and new
And discover that she answered the question—Who are you?