A younger me you ask.
Why here I am.
Innocence,
But open to a dare.
I loved to laugh.
A child of the out doors.
Yes, a younger me
With ponytail swinging.
Singing out loud
To my hearts delight.
There were dreams yet unknown.
A younger me
Who rode like the wind on her bicycle.
Who climbed trees to swing
With the sun and the stars.
Who flew off the garage roof
With a plane made of an apple box.
A younger me
Yes, that is me with still the heart of this child.
Sometimes a younger me is buried deep inside.
But that child still dreams and sings in her heart.
Off this weekend to find a peek at a dear younger me.
Happy weekend, dear friends!
Who rode like the wind on her bicycle.
Who climbed trees to swing
With the sun and the stars.
Who flew off the garage roof
With a plane made of an apple box.
A younger me
Yes, that is me with still the heart of this child.
Sometimes a younger me is buried deep inside.
But that child still dreams and sings in her heart.
Off this weekend to find a peek at a dear younger me.
Happy weekend, dear friends!
