What are you thinking when you're looking at me?
A crabby old woman, not very wise with faraway eyes?
Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, you're not looking at me
I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still
I'm a child of ten.....with a Father and Mother,
Brothers and sisters, who love one another
A young girl of sixteen, with wings on her feet
Dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet
A bride soon at twenty....my heart gives a leap
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep
At twenty-five now, I have young of my own
Who need me to guide and and a secure, happy home
At forty my young sons have grown and are gone
But my man's beside me to see I don't mourn
I'm an old lady now...and nature is cruel
'Tis jest to make old age look like a fool
The body, it crumbles, grace and vigor depart
There is now a stone where I once had a heart
So open your eyes, open and see
Not a crabby old woman: look closer....its Me
