Once I was seven years old, my mama told me,
"Go make yourself some friends or you'll be lonely."
Once I was seven years old
Once I was seven years old
It was a big big
world, but we thought we were bigger
Pushing each other to the limits, we were learning quicker
Pushing each other to the limits, we were learning quicker
You’re a bright young girl who seemed to be born with rose
colored glasses. Most of my memories of you had already crumbled with time, but
I also have vivid ones that I would never forget. There was the time when you
didn’t hesitate to join an acting competition at school; a tear-jerking moment
was needed to be shown, as you pretended that the doll was your mother. The
crowd scared you but behind stood Nanay, cheering you on. Seeing her standing
there was enough to melt the nervousness away. I could no longer remember if
you won or maybe another person gets to take home the prize, still you were
happy that you didn’t back out.
