The little voice whispers "you will be fine",
And then I realise the little voice is mine,
I stagger and stumble and think in my head,
I should listen to what my little soul said.
The me of the past, encourages me now,
I may have grown up, but she's with me somehow,
Though I get scared, she turns to me and says,
You're gonna be fine, everything's okay.
So the choices I make are to make my little soul proud,
The child in me looks up and gets loud,
No matter what I do, no matter where I roam,
I will always have my little soul to walk me home.