When I grow up I want to be a doctor
When I grow up I want to be a nun
When I grow up I want to help some children
to be who they want to become

When I grow up I want to be respected
When I grow up I want to be brave
When I grow up I want to be the person who helps the world to change

When I grow up I want to be great, looked up to, and a model for the young
But what about now, how do I start, to be the one I want to become?

Age says I cannot be a lawyer, and president, I am too young
But I can help a little child to learn the difference between right and wrong
People can respect me and I can be brave
Who says I have to be a certain height or a specific age?

Should I wait until I grow up to talk about my Jesus?
Should I wait to tell others how precious one life is?
Should I sit and watch the world go by, and not say a single word,
See a person hurt and claim I’m too small to stand up with some courage?

When I grow up I want to look back
On all that I have done
And know that who I loved and what I did
is who I have become.