Mirror, Mirror
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who will I be when I am big and tall?
Will I be a doctor, a singer, a lawyer, a princess?
All I can see is a shy young girl; a beautiful mess.
When I was ten, I would dream of who I would grow up to be.
I never thought I would grow and leave.
Will I speak up?
Will my voice be louder than a hiccup?
Will I break free of my shell?
What if I grow up only to fail?
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who will I be when I am big and tall?
I am unique.
I am distinct.
I can be anything I want to be.
I am free to choose to be me.
Now I am not little anymore
Expressing myself is no longer a dreaded chore
While growing up, I found my voice.
I realized that I have a choice.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
I am no longer shy and small.
Soon I will leave my sweet and safe home.
Outside there is a huge universe to roam.
I am a dreamer. I am a schemer.
But most of all, I am a believer.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
I am no longer shy and small.
Along the way I found myself
Through all the curveballs this crazy life has dealt.
It is almost time to leave the nest.
I am ready to fly and try my best.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Do you recognize me at all?
I am all grown up, but I am still me.
Inside is the little girl you use to see.
Now I am older with bigger dreams.
I am prepared to join the adult team.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Get ready for college next fall.
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