Those little girl’s feet in that bright green grass
Swinging like its going to take her to a whole other world
Smiling like the sun rising on a Sunday morning
Playing with her friends like there is no tomorrow
Running like no on is going to stop her.
Ready to go to school like there is treasure hidden deep inside
I want to be that little girl.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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