Da jeg var barn, blev jeg kaldt Mette-Mor. Nu er jeg mor. Drengemor. Pigemor. På sigt Kvinde-mor (uden d!). Altid mor. Altid kvinde.

Jeg har alt, hvad jeg føler, jeg kan bede om. På nær én ting: Vished om, at  min datter (også) vil vokse op og blive en stærk og selvstændig kvinde.

I anledningen af 8. marts, vil jeg gerne dedikere dette stykke musik til hende. Til min E. Min elskede datter.

God kamp-dag, d’damer! Hvad end I kæmper med og for.

Dear Daughter
Hold your head up high
There’s a world outside
That’s passing by
Dear Daughter
Never lose yourself
Remember that
You’re like nobody else

Life throws you in
To the unknown
And you feel like you’re
Out there all alone

These are words
That every girl should have a chance to hear
There will be love
There will be pain
There will be hope
There will be fear
And through it all year after year
Stand or fall I will be right here
For you

Dear Daughter
Don’t worry about those stupid girls
If they try to bring you down
It’s cause they’re scared and insecure
Dear Daughter
Don’t change for any man
Even if he promises the stars
And takes you by the hand

Life throws you in
To the unknown
And you feel like you’re
Out there all alone

These are words
That every girl should have a chance to hear
There will be love
There will be pain
There will be hope
There will be fear
And through it all year after year
Stand or fall I will be right here
For you

Dear daughter
I was just like you
And just like me
You’re gonna make it through

These are words
That every girl should have a chance to hear
There will be love
There will be pain
There will be hope
There will be fear
And through it all year after year
Stand or fall I will be right here
And after all I will be right here
For you

Tekst og musik: Halestorm

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