Can I be that little girl again,
That stuck to her daddy all the time,
following him on business trips all around.
Or the little girl who was so naive,
that got easily scared of horror stories,
and as the darkness creeps in,
will hold her brother's hand to sleep.
Can I be the little girl,
whose head could only reach up to the tabletop,
eyeing the plate of food on the table,
begging mummy for another piece.
And the girl that lies her head,
upon her sister's lap she rests.
As her sister brushes her hair,
and braids it into a neat little plait.
Sometimes I wonder whether I really could,
turn back time and keep it there,
ban all worries from my head,
and smile like a little girl once again.
So can I be that girl once more,
And cuddle in Your arms and tell You my troubles,
and will you hold me tight,
and reassure me that every thing's gonna be alright?
