I am growing up.
Life has not been a one way street,
but one of winds and turns and rough old concrete.
I had never imagined life would end up right here,
fixing to face my greatest fear.
I am leaving home and starting brand new,
but I am just a kid how will I know what to do?
Leaving your parents and a life you have always known,
for a dorm room and a microwave you are now to call home.
One kid with a dream to be just like mom one day,
to grow up and have a family and maybe move away.
Now that time has come and I have to leave,
and you keep pushing me for the dreams you know i can achieve.
I know you have taught me right from wrong,
and more than anything to always be strong.
So here I go, starting brand new
going for my dream to be just like you.
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