Stereotype of a child

She's the stereotype
The stereotype of an only spoilt child
Born in a home with love and affection
Born in a home where money is spent with perfection
The new life that's brought to this world by two people in love
You can see the happiness in their smiles, the way they hold that child
You can see the love through their love struck eyes
In their heads they make a vow
Promise to nurse the baby, spoil the child
Protect the baby, never let anyone make her cry

So here I am
A young woman on my way to grow up
So here I am
A little girl in my parents embrace
Here I am
The daughter - the spoilt child

All I ever wanted, all I ever needed
They gave to me
A wish in the sky, a look in my eyes
They gave it to me
No need to ask
No need to wonder
They would give it to me

So what has become of me - the spoint child?
Am I still a teenager on the road to adolescence,
or am I a young woman with an eight-year-old's mind
How will I be when I'm old
Will I be everyone's image of an only child
Will I go my own way and follow my heart,
or will I be the one who stands high and tall
Only to realise in a while I will be losing it all

So here I am
A young woman on my way to grow up
So here I am
A little girl in my parents' embrace
Here I am
The daughter - the spoilt child

Why ask for favours
I get it all anyway
Why beg for forgiveness
I get it anyway
Why as for help
I know they'll give it to me
An only spolt child
Spoilt with love and possessions, hugs and attention
My left hand holding a firm grip on my mother's skirt
My right hand reaching out for the unknown
My mind's stuck with yesterday
My heart waiting for tomorrow
My feet standing here today