a description of my hope for humanity

[gentlyweeps]

What'll she look like when she opens her eyes
And sees what she wants to see
Instead of this cold mirror's lies?
And all the pieces complete,
She says with a sigh,
I think I'm ready.

What'll she sound like when she opens her mouth,
And all the phrases sound right as they fall out?
And she says "yes," and she's not scared of the sound?
And she says she's ready.

Will she be soft, will she be strong?
Will she be ready to be wrong?
Will she move too fast or wait too long?
Will she look me in the eyes?
What'll she look like?

What'll she feel like when she opens her heart,
And finds that there just might be a small missing part?
And whether with or with out me, she has to start getting ready.

What'll she look like when she opens her eyes?
Will she see just what I see?
Or will it be a surprise to see that she hasn't changed,
Her eyes are just a little wider now?
And she's getting ready.

["What'll She Look Like" by Stephen Speaks]