How strange it is to be anything at all
We all hope to grow up,
Big and Tall
But as the bird spreads his wings
And learns to fly
His soul sometimes dies a little inside.
He is growing up and he is scared
He is full, of the fear
But not to worry child
The fear is something most of us have, we learned from it well
Don’t get caught in the place you used to call hell
Make things better; prevail
Show them all what you’re made of
Show them the fire that grows inside your heart
You may not see it but your glowing.
You illuminate the darkness;
You are your own hero
You never gave up the fight
Hold your head high son, you’re doing alright
Don’t let them steal your soul
Your value is worth more than gold.