Stop for just one second
Think ahead five years,
Who will be there?
What will you be doing?
Is that not even a bit frightful?
It is to me
I am scared to grow up
Can the time just freeze?
The joys of being five,
Not a care, nor a worry
Then ten years later
And everything is whisking by.
The responsibilties,
The work,
The pressure to be yourself
When there is no time to even figure out who that is.
The weight seems too much
When in fact it has just began
I know He's on my side
Now if I could only remember.
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