Pale skin, red lips, fixing her hair,
Big bubble skirt, sipping a syrupy soda pop
in the mid-summer’s stale air.
What could be on her mind? Wait a minute, just stop…
It’s her hopes that now she decides to share.
Not of roses and true love or house cleaning and a mop,
but of reaching and striving for that star…
way up…in the sky…where no girl has been that far.

Imagining a life of purpose, of which people care.
Leading a business, running for office, or being a cop.
Each barrier she pushes through with an easy tear.
No longer does she have to wish to swap
lives with a man or worry about what to wear.
Reaching and grasping her dreams are reality, she is at the top
A young woman so successful, on the world she has left her scar.
Every hope and ambition can be left in her father’s old stock car.

But back to reality this young woman goes,
back to the counter in this out-dated, traditional town,
back to just wishing and oh, how she knows,
Her potential is greater, and it should not be cut down.
Nevertheless these dreams she has to depose.
For who wants a girl wearing anything other than a sweet gown?
And what use is a dream when it will never arise?
Once again a star has been killed through society’s cries.