Twenty-five years ago--she was just a litte girl
But her eyes had a gleam of fierce tenacity
You could tell then itself
She would grow up to be an awe-inspiring and headstrong girl.
She held my hand tightly--with her tiny fingers
And, put her unsteady first steps -- babbled her first words
Made funny faces and pouted her lips
Threw tantrums and cried at ungodly hours.
Twenty-five years have passed
My hair turned grey and I look hunchbacked
She is a big, grown-up girl now
She married a simple but sincere guy.
She has a little girl now
Her eyes have the same gleam of fierce tenacity
You could tell now itself
She would grow up to be an awe-inspiring and headstrong girl.
But her eyes had a gleam of fierce tenacity
You could tell then itself
She would grow up to be an awe-inspiring and headstrong girl.
She held my hand tightly--with her tiny fingers
And, put her unsteady first steps -- babbled her first words
Made funny faces and pouted her lips
Threw tantrums and cried at ungodly hours.
Twenty-five years have passed
My hair turned grey and I look hunchbacked
She is a big, grown-up girl now
She married a simple but sincere guy.
She has a little girl now
Her eyes have the same gleam of fierce tenacity
You could tell now itself
She would grow up to be an awe-inspiring and headstrong girl.
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