~When you're small you wonder, "What will I be?"
~ Will I find magic? Will I be free?
~Will I be like my Daddy? Will I make him proud?
~Then you grow older; your thoughts aren't so loud.
~You learn to be quiet; scream only in your head.
~You seek to belong; find more questions instead.
~Will I find happiness? Will I find love?
~Is the answer written in the heavens above?
~No--I don't think so...Where should I look?
~Perhaps I'll find it in a book?
~Will I show the world the real me--or will they see what they want to see?
~Will I find the courage to chase my dreams--or will I be what they want me to be?
~Will I find an answer? Will I find my voice?
~Is it true? Is there always a choice?
~Will I be forgotten? Will I just disappear?
~Will anyone hear me? Is my path unclear?
~What will I do? Why are all good things fleeting?
~Is there more? Something I'm not seeing?
~Perhaps I am thinking much too hard; nothing is written in the cards.
~Lets live in the moment; please lend me your smile.
~Lets close our eyes; disappear for awhile.
Friday, April 4, 2008
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