She was made of pixie dust
And sang the tune of neverland

Oh how sweet was she?
To entice me with her wings

They sparkled under the moons light
And I was but a red headed boy that fell for her magic

Days that are gone
Are counted more than the days that are here

My world is full of stars
So they tell me it's too bright

Don't be scared to do
Don't be scared to be

A chocolate river is what they see me as
Enticing enough to dip a toe
But not beautiful enough to dive into

They say that my hair is a trap
A nest that is thick,
And they are right
It has curls that suffocates the smallest of minds

Woman,
Your hands are meant to cook
Or so they tell me

Woman,
Your back is meant to bear a child
Or so they tell me

Woman,
Your body is meant to satisfy
Or so they tell me

Woman,
Your lips are meant to be silent
Or so they tell me

But Woman,
You are so much more
I tell myself

Woman,
Your hands make so much more than just "good food"
I tell myself

Woman,
Your mind, your soul is intricate your thoughts matter
I tell myself

Woman,
You can build or you can destroy
What you are depends on only you
I continue to tell myself