If things were different
would I have learned,
what I needed
what I wanted,
could I have discerned
what is right for me
is this the life I want to lead?
Or should I try to be,
everything, and all that I am
not according to him
not according to anyone
but my own heart,
because I know now
what I am worth.
I feel like a fallen angel
with a broken wing,
I may not be able to speak now,
but one day I will sing
and I am taking in this world
with a new pair of eyes,
ones that haven't seen pain,
ones that haven't cried
and I am feeling this earth
with a new soul inside,
abused no more
but vindicated and alive.
And when I smile,
it will be for no one else
and everyone will see
beauty in a girl
who always hid it underneath.
It's going to be a wild time,
and a free spirit.
One day I will make an entrance
and everyone will hear it.
Everyone will know I have got heart
and I have got soul
because this new drummer I'm marching to
is playing the beat of rock n' roll.
It's so freeing,
you may see a fallen angel now,
but sure enough
one day I will sing.