If I met my seven-year-old self today,
What would I tell her,
What would I say?
Would I warn her of the future,
Of the bad things to come?
Or would I let her be naive,
To keep having fun?
Because my seven-year-old self,
Believed a world, a perfect place,
Would she recognize yourself,
When she looked into my face?
Even though I've learnt so much more
And ten years have passed since then,
I would give up everything I have,
To see the world in her eyes again
