~teen Years~

You are fifteen and it seems like time is passing you by With the weight of your problems, no wonder you want to cry I know it all seems impossible at this time Because this age is considered so tender and prime When you are older and looking back on this time as being bad you will laugh it all off, wondering why you were so sad Everybody is telling you, are trying to be twenty one They know this age should be filled with fun So hold on to this time, like holding on to land Remembering these years as being so grand