So its like when we are born,
We are born with all our peices in a bag,
While we spend our life trying to find a 'Dad'.
Balancing the rest world on our shoulders,
Hard to believe we have an owner.
We had all the peices once,
As time goes on we try to put it together.
This puzzle in which we are made.
Sometimes the edges are easier to find,
The outer part of 'us' we let shine.
Inside is a bit harder,
As we try to peice ourselves together.
Cause with every moment,
We gain or lose a peice we need,
A peice so we can feel complete.
Some events take them away
While others permit them to stay.
And over the years we still try
To put the puzzle together in our minds.
