Gazing back; looking down the memory lane
I watch the little girl, in a little strap dress she plays
Tall yellow hay stacks, dusty window panes
High tiled roofs, little feet they calmly stray
Carefree a high tree, a fishing rod in hand, bring back a smile
She laughed at the smallest, she still does, though lesser a cause
She loved her borrowed books and stories she read, dreamt thru
She raced into her teens, and college past flew
Gathered loved friends, kept them few
A casual step toward a future unknown,
Mum I’m going out, I’ll be back again
Into the wagon, the corporate sucks you in
Changing outfits, trends that are in,
Match me the face.. oh just wear a mask
I go back in struggle, I’m desperate to find
The girl I loved, have I left far behind
Where is she, that threw her head back and laughed
Her merry laughter filtered many a room
To whose expectation have I tried to match up
I search the deep brown eyes, they swore won’t change
I stare into the emotions, they question me the same
The volumes they speak, deep secrets to hurts range
Question back, you harmless as green grass
Now sharpened the same blades, who bore the scars
I look at the stranger in the mirror,
She watches me gently, quiet eyes they still care
I hear the gentle voice over my shoulder,
Soft peace unveils me,
You I have chosen, will chisel to how I want you to be.
