Please tell the past it’s over

I was once only a silly girl with blonde braids and blue eyes,With a shattered smile but with a hope that lingered,With a love that unfolded, then turned sour
I was once the mousy-haired girl hurt without remorse,Given sunshine and rainbows but no fairy tale ending,I was too many times a fool to believe in change.
Help, however, comes when you least expect itAnd makes you change but – in essence – stay the same

In the end, all I wanted was to be loved and I surrender now, ‘as I realise that I am’Says the girl ready to become the wise woman she was probably all along.