What shall I do,
What shall I dream,
What shall I be?
Will I use my big idea’s,
Will I be allowed to do as I dare,
Will I walk where I desire?
Will there be money,
will there be babies,
Will I contribute and show I care?
Will my heart shine,
Will I be bright,
Will they let me show that I am right?
A loud female voice booms from they beyond
“Don’t ask for permission – Do.”