"Growing Up
The sunlight rises in the early morning
A young girl comes out to play
Her heart is joyful and eternally soaring
Nothing could ruin this day
A ten year old sitting in a desk
Waiting for the bell to ring
She tries to sit still, she tries her best
Waiting for the moment that she can sing
A teen dreading the morning bell
She suffers from a broken heart
She awaits the day of living hell
Nervous fo rthe school day to start
It's off to collge for this beautiful girl
Sadness comes with her goodbyes
She watches her life ahead unfurl
This is how we see her in our eyes
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