Growing Up
I'm here you're there what a gap
My soul is old but I'm not wise
You speak of things I know nothing about
I would never dream of acting like you
But you're high on the pole at the top
And I've still got some learning to do
So I'll go up this mountain of age
It has things for me that I need
It's time to leave childhood behind
Yet that is all I know can I move on?
Fear grips me as I realize I must
Take a deep breath step through the door
The rain washes me on the other side
Turns out maturity is something new
It seems different and yet the same
But I can never go back to before
Your hand grabs mine and leads me
It wasn't as hard as I thought
Now it's done I can go on
The future and the rest of my life awaits
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