As time goes by.

I am not who I used to be
I can bearly stand on my own feet
People grow and freedom suddenly appears
Life becomes more demanding
shaking hands with fear.


Chances come, we decide
Wether to stay as kids or to grow up.


All along our way people  show up
It is difficult to cry without choaking up.


Everything we once imagined, starts to blur
And as time goes by we start to see clearly.


Hold on to the ones that have got light
They pull you out of darkness, and bring you back to life
Smile till your cheeks hurt
And never give up on what you chace.


M.N