Fourteen years old at last
Leaving thirteen in the past
Moving onto higher ground
So much that I haven't found
So much that I've never known
Telling me its time to act grown
So far from being young
They're speaking in a foreign tongue
NO more time for having fun
Can't just stroll, I have to run
Trying my best to be tough
But who I am is not enough
Trying to go on living
Born in the season made for giving
Don't want me to be who I am
No longer the Shepard's lamb
Cant go on just being me
So much more they want me to see
*I've been meaning to put this on for along time this poem is almost like my life story. I hope you like it and can relate*
