The child in me wants to show you how she is
But you’ve already moved on
The child in me wants to show her hand
But you’ve already moved on
She wants to show that she was right
That she wasn’t all that different
That she was a good child.
But you don’t remember and
you’ve already moved on
And forgotten the words you shared
That fell like bombs
On tender ears
So, the older me has to hold her hand
Pat it gently and say yes dear
You were right all along.