There is this girl I know. You may know her too. She lets only a smile show, even when she’s blue. She does all she’s able to do, all she can, For this is the girl who thinks she’s a man. She works with no one at her side. She thinks she can do this alone for long. Simply, the result of pride…Surely, she’s wrong. Her eyes sting with the day’s dust storm. Her mind retires, battered and worn. There is one thing she’ll demand. For the world to just understand…The girl who thinks she’s a man. Her head is kept at the sky. Her hands full with the world’s ordeal. Does she ever ask herself who…Who extends a hand so she can heal? For, certainly this “man” needs it too. There is this girl I know. You may know her too.She lets only a smile show, even when she’s blue. She does all she’s able to do, all she can,
For this is a girl who thinks she’s a man.