As a child we grow
As a child we grow up knowing exactly what we want to be when we actully grow up
A fire fighter is what I wanted to be
The red lights and water is what excited me
But the tragedy of 9/11 also frighten me
Buildings taller than Jonny and the Apple Tree
Had fallen shorter than my knees
As a child we grow up knowing exactly what we want to be when we actully grow up
Commander Me, is here and ready for action
But who knew the action I thought it would be turned into The Survivor with drippings of blood
Call me scary or a wimp, but that dream job faded away like paint on a rainy day
As a child we grow up knowing exactly what we want to be when we actully grow up
This time around I figued becoming a Medical Assistance wouldn't be bad a rememberance
From the small hearts that beats to the unresting pregnant women on their feets
I am proud to finally grow up and strive for my dream job that will reform this world
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