When I Grow Up
I am a cowboy
We learned about them in school
They all ride on their ponies
I think that's really cool
Well, I am a princess
In a dress that's long and flowing
I rule a kingdom in the forest
With magic bright and glowing
I am a racecar driver
Because cowboys are really old
I'll speed by the rest
And place to get the gold
I am an actress
I'll play many parts
Like the ones on TV
I'll top all the charts
I am a mountain biker
On twists and turns real tight
With that I'll make a living
I'm sure I'll be alright
I am a teacher
By now I know a lot
Me in school it'll be fun
I think I'll give it a shot
I am uncertain
Of what I think I'll be
There's so many possibilities
I don't know what's the key
I am worried
With college now approaching
Thought my career would come to me
At least that's what I'm hoping
I am just fine
My parents got me going
I found out who I am
I'm not somone boring
I am excited
With school about to commence
My interests were found
Now it all makes sense
I was nervous
About what I was to be
When the answer was all along
Right inside of me
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