Back
Back to when I was
A little girl
Where things weren't
Ever clear
I used to run every where
Caring for nothing but the
Beauty of the air
I used to ride my bike closing
My eyes caring for nothing but
The sky leer
Things were simple and true
Even if they were little and few
I used to play all the games
Enjoying the fun having no
Fear from fail
I used to do mistakes while
Laughing knowing nothing but
The meaning of hail
Things were pure and free
Even if they were buds of a tree
I used to dream that I am a bird
That can sing and fly
Not knowing that I got no wings
And I only can cry
Back
Back to when I was
A little girl
I never knew that
Things were ever
That clear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem