If I could go back to a much younger me
and tell her about all the things that she'll see.
The things I should change and the things I should not.
The things that I've lost, the things I've still got.
The me of sixteen was insecure and shy.
Would she believe what's to come, would she think it a lie.
Nothing turned out the way that she thought
but some battles were won. They were hard fought.
Some things that happened, they were worth the pain.
Many others, well those, I'd not do again.
She had stars in her eyes, the sixteen year old me.
Maybe it's best if I just let it be.
~~ 13/12/2012 ~~
for David Williams "Hello/Goodbye" contest