I’m feeling eighteen,
And it’s never been that way,
I won’t understand,
How I let twelve years slip by,
Thinking I wanted now,
When now wants to be seven years old,
Instead of sleeping in the wild,
And running just to fall,
I climbed trees,
Picked scabs
Scraped knees,
-But I’ve seen my future,
I’ve been chewed up and spit out like a seed,
It’s rained on me,
The sun’s beat down on me,
And I grew,
I’m unsure of how,
But I grew,
You'll all grow,
We will be tossed by the blackest waves,
Ships will capsize,
Lost at sea,
But the last twelve years have taught us to survive,
How to shout,
How to swim,
How to hunt,
How to win,
We are warriors,
And I know it's hard to cut the cord,
But trust me your hands are the scissors,
And the wind can’t pick up fallen leaves,
If they’re still attached,
To the branch,
You might be swallowed by the big, bad world,
But we will never lose you,
You will never be alone,
Just look at all those city lights,
There’s always someone else at home,
Remember when you feel adrift,
You decide when your chapter is new,
Look to your past, it'll guide you,
But look to your future and you’ll find you.

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