And what shall I tell you---
oh woman child, my friend
as watch you wasting your beauty
on foolish and fancy men?
I feel you like a wound I carry in my soul.
There is a place I seldom go.
Gladly I would take you there
if it meant that you could grow
into the woman I know you to be--
A lone and beautiful creature ,
running wild and free.
And what shall I tell you
woman child, my friend.
I see myself reflected in you
and in the tears you spend.
It feels like such a bitter pill,
the sorrow of a friend.
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