I'm 50% irish and 50% swedish, spent the majority of my childhood in sweden there for my accent is strange.

''Sometimes it's hidden, wish that I could see
A future picture of an older me
Would he be smiling and would he be happy?
Would he say a thousand words while looking right at me?
Is he different or the same old me?
Is he still chasing after these same old dreams?
I know that I'll never reach perfection
At least he could point me in the right direction''