In seasons like these
I realize how long its been
Since I've been a girl
Since I've crawled through briar bushes
Inventing my own private imaginary world

In seasons like these
I realize how long its been
Since I've skipped stones in a creek bend
Since I've rode my bike up a hill
Just to coast all the way down it again

In seasons like these
I realize its been 8 years
Since I held her frail hand
Since I made her cry when I promised
I would be someone someday

In seasons like these
I realize its already been 2 years
Since Africa learned my name
Since Ramatou and Mari and Fati
Taught me the true meaning of love

In seasons like these
I realize its been nearly a year
Since I've seen the ocean
Since I've made myself small
On a cold and lonely Vancouver beach

In seasons like these
I realize I have never
Held a hand I love
It makes me want to cry
For men who don't deserve it

In seasons like these
I realize I am no longer a girl -
That guilt is a hair shirt
And regret is a stone
Tied to a drowning ankle

I want to do it all over again
But exactly the same -

In seasons like these.