The Girl That Was

I see a little girl Amidst brown sands, With joy and laughter And tiny, dirty hands. I envy that girl, Innocent and pure. Adorned in a pretty dress And a smile so demure. I wish, like her, i could Run round red roses And play ever so merrily, With tiny water hoses. I see, as she dreams, And listen as she sighs, As she watches fairy tales With large hazel eyes. I see radiating beauty, In that little girl i see Where all is just right, In a world i wish for me. I long for her world, Without anguish and pain, Without doubt or fears. A world that is simple and plain. I see a little girl, A girl i long to be, A girl i wish you would see, A girl that long was me.