Friendship
Childhood is fun is laughter is joy
Is running through a carefree world
And hanging onto a brand new toy
Chatting with girls and playing with boys
When I was a kid I wasn’t aware
Growing up isn’t all fun and games
There’s more to it than eating eclairs
And never getting in trouble for swears
With growing up comes obligations, emotions
Relationships strife with responsibility
Tumultuous as ships on the ocean
Kept afloat only by love and devotion
Relying on not just myself but others too
To get through the hard parts of each year
Is the only way I ever could've gotten through
And been somehow able to become a Wahoo
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