Let me soar free now, mother, I think I can handle.
My life is now not as delicate as the flame of a wispy candle.
You can let me go and set me loose, you know it doesn't matter
But please don't act as if I'm glass that's just about to shatter.
I'm careful what I do now, I'm not only a child
It's not as if I'd be destruction, running through jungles wild.
I can buy a house, and get a job, and I know that I can last,
But if I wait too long for this, the time for changing may have passed.
So now I must leave you, my dear mother, though you cry
Whenever you will think of me, remember I'm still alive
I'm lasting strong and holding high like a proper woman would do
I've lots and lots of inspiration, for that proper woman is you.