The way ..
The way the wind blows in my hair
On a nice sunny day
The way the sun warms my body
As the smell of flowers hits my face
The way I see all the colors of the world
While time is rushing past me
I'm hoping this moment will last me
The way I'm growing up
Truly wish everything was slowing up
The way it's all changed
Had me at a fall but it's okay
Because the way I am is where I'm going is the right way
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