Old souls and new songs

Someone once told me I was an old soul,
A child with the power to walk in a room and
Be what you needed.

That child has seemed far away for some time,
The length of which I care not to admit…

But maybe it was yesterday, perhaps the day before,
That I think I found her again,
Discovering songs in the breeze and seeing scriptures in the currents,
Content with the wonder of a child
and the wisdom of someone immensely past their years,
Waiting for me to come back
And be what I needed