its somewhere in the middle
like n half eaten peice ov kake
like v r given wid a couple ov roads
but confused about which one to take
too old to play wid toyz
but to yong 4 those late nite parties
too late 2 listen our gramaz stories
but 2 early 4 our own discovries!
i wanna question maself
dat y do i get hyper so early
have v lost our temper sumwhere
or cant v handle a matter calmly
day by day we r becoming rigid
we feel 4 us no one realy cares
wen we r sad we feel lonely
but wen glad v dnt bother abt our prayers
teach us 2 go slow lord
n learn 2 wait 4 u
dont let us jump ahead
while wondering wat 2 do
o lord plz hold our hands
n calm our anxious hearts
keep our eyes on u
n dnt let our teer drops start
plz work it out 4 us lord
n help us see above
till dis dark cloud n v can gaze
into ur face ov luv! !
(writen on
early teanage)
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