The mantles, the idols, the men, the sins

Passed to daughters unsuspecting innocence 

If they’d known, they’d refuse the birthdays

Growing up is with truthful mundane ways

Not about princesses or riding the wild winds

But about children, drooling and paying bills 

Often alone without a spouse and facing the dark 

Standing tall with knees shaking and eyes wide 

Learning about faith because that’s only the beans

That causes her to grow in dignity as she greys 

Struggling from freedom gained independence 

Away from her mother and father she grew 

Seeing her daughters making mistakes, she’d made 

But can’t stop them for life has many lessons to gain