Raindrops of misty memories,
dropping by to say hello.
Warm nostalgic sights and sounds
as if I could touch them, hold them in
my small hands.
I was a little girl once,
it seems so long ago.
Pigtails in my hair made by my own hands
fireflies were pixies in the night
and stars could be plucked from the very night sky.
Dreams of lands and places
these things, well they lived in me.
Yes, I was a little girl once.
Innocence wrapped in play long forgotten
stolen serenity I'd lay claim too
in the daydream wandering my fancies
would take me to.
Away, away from the pain is where I'd go,
only in the few small moments of time
Did I get to be free..
Was I really a little girl once?
Ah well, perhaps I was. But..you know,
I certainly wonder if I didn't have more wisdom then,
than I do now with the little girl gone.
I was a Little girl once- Where did she go?