Old Soul
Beyond my years
Facing my fears
Fighting the tears
Living for the cheers
Old soul,
I stand out among my peers
I know
That the future starts here
It seems so far away
Until the day that I can
Move up, out, and away
And have no ties on my bank
But like a mirror
Things are closer
Than they appear.
Never been a joker
But from the start
I’ve always had the heart.
Never had the diamonds
But soon people will listen
To me like simon
So tired of seeing my moma
Crying, so when I’m
Tired, for her I keep trying.
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