when I was five I just wanted to be grown
now that I am I wish I were five
with shoulders that are far too tiny to carry the weight bestowed
with a mind too worried about Barbies to care that I was hurting
with legs too small to walk the miles of life experience
with eyes that are only able to focus on today, instead of tomorrow
with a heart too pure and innocent to realize it's being burned
with sticky hands and sunburned skin
with scraped up knees and callused feet
with problems that are now so insignificant
such as, I don't know whether to pick pink or purple for my nails?
When I was five all I wanted was to be grown
I wish I would have known

I spoke to a puddle and it spoke back
"Why, puddle, do you distort my reflection so?"
"Well, darling human, didn't you know?
You were never meant to see your face clearly.
God didn't make glass but he made sun and sand!
Yes, you, darling human, are the key to your own misery.
You created the very thing you hate!
That hated piece of glass was not something God would create!
That lying, whispering, vain-creating smooth reflection
Is not truly you!
That is why I distort your reflection so.
Oh, darling human, didn't you know?"

As I stand beneath,
sky's embrace,
open arms,
claim me as its own.

each drop,
cold,
yet warmth blossom in me.

each raindrop,
feels as a caress,
a lover's kiss,
as it drenchs my soul.