My great tower of strength,
I'm fighting the urge to be a clinging vine
Who relies too much on your security.
Knowing I can always run to your arms
Gives me the courage to strike out on my own;
As I struggle with this newfound independence
I'm still not confident enough to stray too far from you.
Bear with my tears and fears a little longer
And soon you'll find a woman to make you proud.
© 1983 TDD