You **** in air to keep your lungs inflating
tied to ancient choices when you gave up gills
and you cannot remember that far history
but you know the ocean can be beautiful
and you know she longs to take you back.

Okay
I know my
Background is
White
But does that's
Not what's making
Me real happy to be
Me

Each moment
In order to
Be sorta
Crazy typical
Teen
I must
Have any
Type of
Music playing
Throughout
My heart

When your footsteps falter and slip
Hold on to me
If your eyes fill with tears
And the future seems blurred and distant
I'll be there to take your hand
You may not see me
But you'll feel me there
Right beside you
Always
So hold on to me

                        By Phil Roberts