This is suppose to be the time of my life
and yet I find it filled with constant strife.
Day upon day is filled with toil
and there appears to be no new soil.
Yet, in the distance I see the sun rise above
and then I begin to stray from what I am thinking of.
Don't let the times of your life pass by you
these are the times we learn how to be true.
In the future lies new hope and chances to become who we are meant to be,
now we just have to find ourselves and that can only be left up to you and me.
Nice flowing and rhymes in here. And the moral it sends too.