It came to be

 Life was simple and clean 

   I remember waking up happy

   I remember playing with friends

   I remember asking my mother to help cook dinner

   I remember where it ends

Life has a way of breaking one down and soon...

   It came to be that it was hard to open my eyes each morning

   It came to be my friends no longer cared 

   It came to be that I was to busy for my mother

   It came to be that the thread that held on to my youth had teared

Life became a bother or a chore and some how it came to be I wasn't a child anymore.