Down the hill over there
Lies my small world
So tranquil and beautiful
Where I lay the whole day
As days pass become months.


Down the hill over there,
I dream big in my small world
I feel myself enjoy my dream
Of once reaching the heights
As months become years.


But no I shouldn't fly
So faraway in the sky
Coz I fear to fall down someday
And be hurt so badly
As years become decades.



My father tells me always
"My daughter get out of this
small world"
And join the large world
To fulfill your big dreams.


By
Annet Maria Nakaye