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 the world a perfect place,
Would she recognize herself,
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 view life through her eyes again.