I realised too late

There's a girl inside the woman
who's waiting to get free

They think she's just a mother
with nothing left inside
who swapped her dreams for drudgery
the day she was a bride
but the dreams were not forgotten
just wrapped, and packed away
in the hope that she could take them out
and dust them off one day

There's a girl inside the woman
and the mother she became
and half-remembered song comes to her lips again

The girl would sing the melody
but the woman stands in doubt
and wonders what the price would be
for letting the young girl out