I want to be a kid once more,

a carefree bird across the sky.

I want to be small again,

when life held no responsibilities.

I want to play with dolls,

to run and laugh with children,

to fly on swings like fairies do,

feeling the wind hold me again.

I want to sleep in peace,

without the weight of tension.

I want to laugh without judgment,

without the fear of correction.

I want to dance in the rain,

to talk without hesitation,

to speak without that heavy thought —

what will people think of me?

I don’t know when it happened —

the day my childhood died,

when I silenced the child inside me

and buried her away.

But for one day, just one,

I want to set her free.

I want to be a kid again,

and relive all of me.

And maybe, if I find her,

she’ll stay a part of me.