A baby cries in the distance, not because of sadness but for the want to explore
At almost knee high she'd whine if she couldn't walk alone
Fall to the floor and struggle back up just to show them she could
At the age of ten taking the worlds problems in her hands
Get tired and deny the feeling alone
Late as life goes, understanding all the lows
Striving to please, and strong as can be
Realizing now life has changed somehow
Nothing is the same from all the elegant memories
Fading quickly, the new breeze has made everything ungreen.
For once wanting to retire
Be Expired
And for once allowed to be tired.
Long is the memory of the strong.
But she's taken an unpaid leave.
