Stride
Emma carew
Can this be you?
What kind of man
Is this you've taken?

Can you not see
The kind of life
That this would be?
You are mistaken!
Time to awaken
Before it's too late
Before you forever
Determine your fate!

Emma
But, simon, you knew
I had to be free
What I choose to do
Is decided by me!

From the day my mother died
My father, full of good intentions
Treated me as though I were a young child
Maybe his idea was just to wait
Until I grew up
And then look at me
And hope that I'd be her

It's easy to accept that
From a father
He'd rather
Things remained the way they were
But when it comes to marriage
I must pick whom I prefer!
I am not the weak young thing
You're seeking, simon
Someone seventeen, obedient and sweet
I am not the protégée
To waste your time on
I'm complete
In henry's eyes I see
What I am meant to be!