Little me wants to touch the sun
Big me’s instinct is to run
Little me makes earth my toy
Big me distrusts pure joy
Little me has no care in the world
Big me carries piles of hurt
Little me says I love you first
Big me’s too scared to flirt
Little me, big me
Go hand in hand
Little me never me let’s go
Big me only pretends to grow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

by Nada Kawar