Growing up is such a wonderful thing
a blissful affair, wrought with worries imagined
One day, the sun rises and as usual, it sets
We laugh it seems for hours, then suddenly lost in distress

Bursting forth from our shells, we flourish
Exuding such wit, such charm
Then dark days set upon us and we despair
lost in the wasteland of our minds, respite nowhere.

But in our hearts we come to find
treasures for so long, overlooked
We’ve searched in all the wrong places all this time
Untrained soloists with all the rhythm but no rhyme

Grown up, yet still growing, we travel ever on
Through high roads and low roads, to no roads at all
And with lessons in hand, we strive to create
through high roads and no roads, onwards to our fate.