Come. Come into my arms again.

Don’t let me be alone with myself.

The whispers are all I hear in the silence

Screaming truth through my blinded eyes.

No! Stop! Let my own reality deceive me.

Take me back to “your making mountains out of mole hills”.

Rewind to the time where all I knew was laughter.

Take me away to where only the little things mattered.

The place where a smile could set you free and you could be

anything you, anyone you wanted to be.

The times when Daddy’s shoulders felt like the top of the world.

I need to go back to being just a little girl.