I know I'm an old woman it's plain to see,
But that's not who I am when you're looking at me.
I am that little girl named Rosalee, with long brown hair dangling down my back.
People said I was quite a brat, but I don't think I was really all that.
I am strong-willed it's plain to see.
I know what you're thinking when you're looking at me.
I used to be pretty so I was told, but you'd never know it now that I'm old.
I look in the mirror, and who do I see?
That same child named Rosalee.
Though wrinkles march across my face,
Rosalee, as a child I still embrace.
Written by: Tamara Lesley