'Though my hair has turned to silver,
I'm still a girl inside.
Through years of change and memories,
I've held that girl-like pride.
The girl inside still yearns to run
And sing and love and play.
The girl inside still wishes
She could dance the night away.
The girl inside can still delight
In the perfect glow of a moonlit night.
Can she catch the moon?
She thinks she might...
The girl who lives inside.
Others may look at me and see
The aging frame of a 'used to be',
But through joys and hurts and adversity
A girl still lives inside.
These days I'm a little hesitant
In movement, speech and thought.
It takes me longer to get out of bed
And do the things I ought.
But that doesn't mean I am over the hill -
Oh no, life is good - I love it still.
For as long as I can embrace it, I will
For I'm still a girl inside.
The years have brought me humility,
Experience, wisdom and empathy,
They've blessed me with a sense of pride
In the hear of the girl who lives inside.
Don't look at me and see me as old
Though birthdays are many,
my essence is gold
Filled as it is with youth, strong and bold
That flows from the girl inside.