I'm hardly a child Though you insist on treating me as one. I'm old enough to know right from wrong And make my own decisions. How is it you raised me to be a strong woman And yet wish me to meekly lay down When you declare something law? You encourage me to make my own choices, Yet if you feel I've made the wrong one, You try to forbid me to do as I choose. I'm hardly a child anymore, Mama. Now let me live as you raised me to.
