I want to be that child again,
With the little pony and skirt of fame
I want to be that girl again..
With chubby cheeks and gleaming eye
With sweet red lips and its music rain..
I want to be that girl again...
When the world was me and all loved me,
Whilst the drops of pearls hurled over my cheeks....
I want to be that girl again...
Mumbling stories day and night..
The whole world listens and forget their thoughts,
I want to be that girl again..
Where I built my castle with sand,
And that moment of joy in my parents eye...
I want to be that girl again...
Where I have a world of my own...
With none to gain but to win,
The hearts of those,
Whose promise I broke,
The eyes of those,
Where I am lost.
I want to be that girl again..
The inner me,
Not a reflection again.
Loved reading this wonderful poem which is a look back on the care free childhood days. Thanks. want to be that girl again... When the world was me and all loved me,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very impressive and nostalgic one. Thanks
Thank you Jazib