When I was sweet sixteen, long time ago
The world was all mine to worship and grow
I promised me that I’d try hard to be
The bestest girl that anyone could see.
I’d make my mark with the greatest of ease
Doing whatever it would take to please
Now life has come and gone with fewer dreams
Leaving me falling apart at the seams.
I’m sure that the Lord will always be there
To buck up my shoulders, teach me to care
While I’ve discovered after beaucoup years
To make peace with myself, dry up my tears
Cause it’s not the results that count at all
It’s whether you rise up after each fall !