Growing up waiting, wishing to be set free
Ready to take over the world with some degree
Having beautiful memories of growing up
Only to be smashed with a hop, skip, and a jump
Enjoining parts of childhood, trying to forget the bad
Having an understanding that it was all a fantasy land
***** to have to fail to say
Wish I knew that before I went astray
As we grow into adulthood we marry and have a family
At that point we understand why our moms protected us daily
I always thought I'd die by age twenty-eight
I must have been high, I could've sworn I seen the expiration date
We shuffle through life, career, and family it's all just so mechanical
Deciding on Plans of burial, which seems practical
Leaving my children one less thing to worry about once I finally expire
So my children can grieve instead of worrying about the open fire
Boxing sentimental values and sorting pictures,
brings back wonderful memories of little sneakers
Sad to see them grow but very proud of how they've turned
Into handsome young men that's adjourned
As life goes on knowing that everything is in order
I'll pick up my bag of memories and go quietly to the transporter
Don't worry boys, I'll always be close
I'll guide you through the right path of life of course
So we'll meet again in the afterlife
Be ready for me because I'm going to hang tight
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 9:37 PM UTC
Growing up waiting, wishing to be set free
Ready to take over the world with some degree
Having beautiful memories of growing up
Only to be smashed with a hop, skip, and a jump
Enjoining parts of childhood, trying to forget the bad
Having an understanding that it was all a fantasy land
***** to have to fail to say
Wish I knew that before I went astray
As we grow into adulthood we marry and have a family
At that point we understand why our moms protected us daily
I always thought I'd die by age twenty-eight
I must have been high, I could've sworn I seen the expiration date
We shuffle through life, career, and family it's all just so mechanical
Deciding on Plans of burial, which seems practical
Leaving my children one less thing to worry about once I finally expire
So my children can grieve instead of worrying about the open fire
Boxing sentimental values and sorting pictures,
brings back wonderful memories of little sneakers
Sad to see them grow but very proud of how they've turned
Into handsome young men that's adjourned
As life goes on knowing that everything is in order
I'll pick up my bag of memories and go quietly to the transporter
Don't worry boys, I'll always be close
I'll guide you through the right path of life of course
So we'll meet again in the afterlife
Be ready for me because I'm going to hang tight
Written by: Denise Huddleston
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