A duck is a duck. You can call it a swan if you want to but it won't change anything. Never try to be something you're not. If you do that you won't please anybody, least of all yourself.
TO THINE OWN SELF BE TRUE.
If I could turn back time I think I'd change a thing or two. I have some mem'ries that are fond, but other things I rue. I enjoyed my time alone as through the wood I scampered, Dogs at heel o'er hill and dale and by the shore unhampered. Nature girl, I guess it's true that title stuck to me. I didn't care, with hay in hair swam creeks and climbed in trees. I loved my freedom, hated school and with my dogs I ran, Often rode my cousin's mule, live wild and free my plan. Then one day I met a man who'd change my life forever. He took me home and married me and from my life he severed, Many things that I held dear, he took me to the city. I had to learn his city ways, be lady like and pretty. He tried to make me change my ways and fit into the mold; But I knew if I did that I'd die before I'm old. You've got to learn to change your ways, grow up, my husband said. I cannot be what I am not, I rather would be dead. I dreamed of one day going back, I wanted to go home. The city is no place for me, no fields for me to roam. You can take me from the country, from the hills and fields and trees; But one thing you must remember, you can't take it out of me.
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