Growing up?
What is that?
It sounds positively dreadful.
Putting on the mask of a grown up.

No thank you.
To grow up is to grow old, So I think I'll pass.
I'll stay young forever,
at least in my private time...

Forget this staying inside all day
Afraid of the rain because you might catch a cold
Won't get up in a tree cuz you might fall.
You can stay in your safe little grown up world. But me?

I'm gonna go play in some puddles.
I'm going too see who can climb the highest.
Sure I'll mature a little as time goes on. I'll become responsible
But I will never, ever grow up to where I can't enjoy the rain.

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A crescent moon now overhead
As I come rising from my bed
Remembering the words I said
A few short hours ago
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Like linens hanging on the line
The clouds a comfort for my eyes
In secrets whispered on the skies
Along with breezes flow
~
I wonder of this time apart
As longings cling so tight my heart
In gilded frame like precious art
The sun comes into view
~
When then my open eyes can see
The man that I can surely be
If only you would come to me
Whatever I must do
~
With endless trees and hills to climb
My aches, my pains on borrowed time
The distant church bells set to chime
The miles in between
~
I follow on in destined task
Is it too much for me to ask
Within your arms I long to bask
If you know what I mean
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To stumble on the crooked path
And weep these tears of aftermath
For comes the heat of summer wrath
In everything so new
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I wander here and wander there
In hopes to show you that I care
With you my dreams I long to share
Until my days are through