From Cradle to Her
She had a room full of stuffed animals,
A night-light on the wall,
She thought the moon was following her
Whenever she took a stroll.
She gave her toys their own opinions,
Had imaginary friends,
And every time she said,
"I'm grown-up,"
She'd start the game again.
She wore her mother's shoes around,
Too big to make them fit,
And practiced being someone else In front of a mirror she'd sit.
From cradle to her,
Look at all the roads she's crossed,
All the things she thought she'd never learn,
All the things she thought she'd lost.
She traded lullabies for questions,
Traded storybooks for dreams,
And the world got bigger than the backyard And more complicated than
it seemed.
From cradle to her,
She's still finding out what's true,
She isn't who she was back then,
But she's not someone brand-new.
She learned that growing up means sometimes You don't know what to
say,
That some friends turn into strangers,
And some hard feelings fade away.
She found out that being brave
Doesn't mean you never shake,
Sometimes it means you try again
After making a mistake.
She started making choices That nobody else could make,
And learned that not every wrong turn
Was a road she couldn't take.
And maybe she'll miss the little things,
The comfort of familiar doors,
The days when every little problem
Could be solved with a bedtime story.
But she wouldn't trade the person That she's slowly learning to be,
For the girl who thought that growing up Meant knowing everything.
From cradle to her,
She's a story still in motion,
A collection of beginnings,
A thousand different hopes and notions.
She's more than who she used to be,
More than what she's been through,
She's every lesson, every question,
Every dream she still pursues.
From cradle to her,
There's no finish line in view,
She's not leaving herself behind,
She's discovering what's true.
And if the world keeps changing,
She'll find her own way through,
From the baby that she started as To the woman she'll grow
into.
No final page,
no perfect ending,
No need to rush what's coming next.
She's still becoming, still discovering,
Still writing what comes next.