Days of learning,
Years to grow,
Times to smile,
Times to burrow,
I have been a free spirit,
I've ran in my bare feet,
And kissed every inch that was bare,
Danced to every beat.
Now I'm working three jobs,
About to be four,
And I'm tired,
But I want to have my own front door.
Don't love anyone,
Safer that way,
Living with chicken noodles,
It would be wrong to ask anyone to stay.
Friends?
I adore them all,
My life and world,
To them will fall.
So yes, turned eighteen today,
Yet strong enough to fight this good green Earth,
There is nothing you can throw at me,
And none of it would've happened if it wasn't for my birth.
