I Was, I Am, I Will Be
I was a child
With scraped knees and helmet hair
The world before me, not much behind me.
I was a believer
When dreams weren't just for sleeping
And everyone was good.
I was an adventure
When fear never crossed my path
And shyness did not exist.
But now?
Now, I am older.
I have seen the world with less light in my eyes,
A world where not everyone is good
And adventure is discouraged.
Now, I am quiet.
No longer the center of everyone's attention
With my head down and mouth closed.
But I will be better.
I will see the world with a glow in my smile,
I will bring adventure back,
And I will be who I once was.
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