My Life

I open up my eyes, I see a new world My mother hear my cries, And give me a twirl. I run through the yard, And fall on my face My legs are scarred, In every little place. Then I want to stay at home Because school becomes a bore I get some room to roam, And I start wanting more. High school is tough, And We can’t make a peep Growing up is rough Because all we want to do is sleep.