Yesterday I was a Rock
Yesterday I was rock sitting cold getting old
Tommorrow I will be a mountian standing tall looking over you all.
You will look up at me and say wow is that really you?
I won't look down on you but yes it is true
change is scary but progress is best
Next ill be a bird fying high I won't settle for less
don't be afraid to be your best that is where america's future rest
They tell us success is the key but they also tell us you won't find it with ease
You can beg and plead but without hard work you won't succed
This is what I call change
Now I am standing tall flying high beyond the sky
I came from nothing but I changed into somthing
Something Amazing
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