The little girl looked at me
her eyes lost in thought
her sweet face became thoughtful.
“What will I be?”
her eyes looked so wistful,
the little girl looked at me
“Oh so many things I want to be!”
she smiled with a tiny dimple,
her sweet face became thoughtful.
“Some times I want to be a bee.”
her eyes were sparkling and playful,
the little girl looked at me.
“Sometimes I just want to be me!”
she cooed softly like a turtle.
her sweet face became thoughtful.
“Then sometimes I don’t want to be me!”
I want to be huge and strong like a bull,
the little girl looked at me
her sweet face became thoughtful.
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
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