Hello little youngin Standing so fair Such an innocent tongue With his bright blond hair So sweet with a happy glare Yet to climb life's rungs
I wish I could tell you The hardships that lie ahead I wish I could show you What you should do instead But life shouldn't be guided by a slightly older you
As I look I wish I could go back, as I smile with glee at these photographs I wish I could smack you, for going down the wrong track But reminiscing about my own past I can't help but crack a laugh