The young girl dreamed of a life behind picket fences
A husband, two children and a dog to complete what,
In her mind, was the picture perfect existence.
She tried and tried to find it, but there was always something wrong
A husband who acted more like a child
Another who acted more like a controller.
At last she found the picket fence life
A husband, three children and a cat
In a house where she was a pampered wife and mother
Till the day when the picket fence looked more like prison bars
Holding her back from what she dreamed
And who she could be
She longed to break free, to spread her wings
But responsibility and obligation held her down
And tied her to the life she'd already chosen.
© TDK 2010
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