Author Information
Growing Up
What is there left to say?
I think we're getting old
The summer it won't last
I feel it growing cold
There was once a time
Where we thought we could control
Every little thing
It would do what it was told
But now we must learn
That we can't always win
How do you get prepared
To lose and lose again?
When you are first cut
You don't think that it will heal
And when you are asked
You can't explain how you feel
How do you learn to cope
How do you learn to deal
With every disappointment
The heart's not made of steel
The flesh and blood is fragile
And it can break so easily
You don't get used to pain
You never heal completely
But try and live with glee
Don't be consumed with fear
There are other things
That deserve your care
It's natural to be scared
But don't live in regret
Someday it will end
But it hasn't happened yet
And when the time comes
Look it in the eye
Ask "is this the end?"
And don't let it see you sigh
Settle for the ground
But aspire to the sky
When they take you under
You'll have a tearful goodbye
