My Lessons
I know I am still young
But I have found out lessons
How to live
How to die
How not to let
The world fly
Those who wish for adulthood
Will regret it in the end
While those who persue innocence
Happiness, their life'll send
Tuesdays with Mary
"To live you must die"
How is it those we deem incapable
Understand more than you or I?
Even with so much pain
The famine
The suffering
The death
I can't help but see beauty
The love
The hope
My God
A beautiful faith?
A looking-deep eye?
So down to earth
Yet dreaming of flight
You flatter me,yes
You really do
But
What will become of that
When I'm grown up too?
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