Like A Rose

Soar like an eagle,
Run like the wind,
Race across the plains,
My soul is on the mend.

Life is like a fine wine,
That's all that I can say.
It keeps getting better,
With every blessed day.

Even though I'm still young
I have seen alot.
I've learned when to hold my tongue,
And when to talk.

I stare out my window,
Watching as it rains.
Not listening to anybody,
Just thinking about my pain.

But it keeps getting better,
For that is how life goes,
Starting as a small green bud,
Blooming like a rose.