When I was a little girl,
The world was my little pearl;
I thought I could somehow see all,
While fearing nothing-never able to fall.
When I was an older girl,
The world to me seemed very floral,
The rose petals would float on the winds
As I dreamed little dreams.
Now I am a woman here,
Trees in bloom, Summer year,
Now these old, big dreams,
Of mine I've held for many a year,
Bring many things, and many fears!