To the Younger Me

Hey you sweet and frightened little girl Lift up your eyes and look at me I know, I know exactly how you do feel I am you, you are me; and for this I shall tell you some words of secrecy Pray, be not so downcast The bad days do never last Someday, what you do see as being hell, will be of the past So pray, to pain and hurt and humiliation, do not cling on so fast Worry not if nobody does ever see you Someday your wonder worth shall come out Then, everyone shall praise you So please, rub off from your face, that scary pout Life does not be so hard Of course, you should be cautious, You are after all, a being so precious But mind you, life shall be for you, a glorious reward Instead of focusing on trying to find love among those who do roam the Earth Pray, build up your faith Love does be of several forms One of them does come from the divine realms Someday, you shall come to know of what I do mean Then, you shall regret for having wasted away your days Then, you shall care not whether you are sixty or sixteen For life does be not true, mind what the holy book says Love rather, those who do be there for you Love your family, your closed ones, those who do battle for you Serve them, instead of always being angry Reward them, instead of always moping around, feeling always so sorry Mind not if you do dream too much Someday, your dreams you will reach Someday, to the world you shall teach That dreams do come true, that the secret lies in knowing how to search! Care a bit more about your studies Care for them as to the future, they do hold the keys I know you do realize not, for blinded you are in the false I know, worn out you are, in trying to find your own voice! But hey, listen, life shall be beautiful Someday, it shall sing for you, a melody Someday, it shall end, all dutiful So please, care not to be so moody!