Lost little girl
I don’t know what path I’m going down,
I’ll travel with a smile and/or a frown,
and when the path takes me to a place unknown,
I remind myself I’m already grown,
Sometimes my little child feels lost ,
Holding her hand of older me walking in frost,
Lonely little child,
Flying soaring and going wild,
She’s afraid of the unknown and lost,
Maybe the older me is afraid like frost,
Cold from the uncertainty of life,
Pulling forward in happiness and strife .
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