Mounting Up
Growing is a part of life.
Some days suck
I just want to give up
And sit on a rock like a sitting duck.
Those magical days have gone and passed me by.
Don’t worry Ill try to catch up.
But when that car comes by again I’m pull up
Along side it
Because I’m not letting opportunity passed me by
A day turns into nights and nights into days
Once upon a time I had a beautiful life
In till I found myself facing death by day
Turn around to see the face of death
Turns out to be my wife.
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