On Growing Up

Childhood innocence

Is coming to an end

Rod straight morals

Are beginning to bend

 

It's realized that ideals

Simply can't be met

Dreams of perfection

She starts to forget

 

It's written off as a mistake

And she calls it a day

She'll start anew

Without delay

 

But history repeats

She walks the same path

She says she'll change

And never look back

 

But these are words spoken

Time, time and again

As these are words forgotten

When challenged by a friend

 

And her morals keep bending

Until they're broken at last

And no one remembers

Her innocent past

The End

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