Of all things the young me had imagined to be,
a doctor, an engineer, or probably a princess,
like all little girl’s dreams are meant to be,
I never thought its peace that I’ll crave.
That instead of being safe in a castle,
I’ll long to be brave.
That I will want to be kind,
with not just my words, but from my mind.
That I will prefer to listen to stories,
rather than singing my own glories.
That I will want to be mindful,
and yet a bit careless.
That I will want to sing songs,
just for fun you know,
to celebrate the times without any stress.
That I’ll love to be busy, but there if you need me.
That I’ll also love myself,
liberating my insecurities,
making myself more free.
And I never thought that as I grow up,
I’ll want to be a human first,
not the ones with flesh and blood,
the ones filled with love and purpose,
the ones that you can trust.
