The Dependent to the Independent

Life is as fragile as a fly,

We should all consider ourselves blessed

Because we don’t know when we will say our last good-bye.

At first it was hard to be addressed

But then came along junior high

Where there was no more unrest.

I no longer wanted to be the tough guy

And wear my bullet proof vest

That protected me from the evil eye.

I have admitted the death in a protest

That life is no beautiful butterfly

But a chance to be progressed.

From a child to a wise guy

That is no longer suppressed

From the world where we reclassify.

I am no longer under the arrest

From the communicated lies

That all began to manifest.

As I began to break the hidden tie,

I no longer have a backrest

That I can abide by.

It was time for me to get dressed

And no longer let the memories make me cry

But let them be professed.

My life knowing her was like a drive-by

And must I be confessed,

That I have said my last goodbye.