Tears flood her eyes
And roll down her cheeks
She feels the ground
So steady beneath her feet
She glances up
As a soft wind blows
The sky is so cloudy
But suddenly she knows
If she's come this far,
then why stop now?
She wants to start living
As much as life will allow
She never planned
To see the day after
That big rite of passage
A time supposed to be full of laughter
She's getting too pensive
She's thinking too hard
This life is hers now
It's time to play the card
That life has dealt
She'll live to see the day
To see the day after
Her eighteenth birthday.
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 1:57 AM UTC
Tears flood her eyes
And roll down her cheeks
She feels the ground
So steady beneath her feet
She glances up
As a soft wind blows
The sky is so cloudy
But suddenly she knows
If she's come this far,
then why stop now?
She wants to start living
As much as life will allow
She never planned
To see the day after
That big rite of passage
A time supposed to be full of laughter
She's getting too pensive
She's thinking too hard
This life is hers now
It's time to play the card
That life has dealt
She'll live to see the day
To see the day after
Her eighteenth birthday.
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