The older I get, the less that I’m knowing. Learn from mistakes, feel the pain in my growing.

The nights become hard. The days begin blurring. I only remember the times when I’m hurting.

I feel so far from where I’d hope to come.

The more that I ask, the more that I’m questioned. Making me silent won’t teach me a lesson.

I don’t compromise. I know that I’m stubborn. I speak on my mind which I got from my mother.

I feel so far from where I’d hope to come.

The more that I change, the further I feel from the people who loved me, it’s hard to believe them.

They taught me to cry and showed me when to pray- when everyone’s eyes closed. That’s how I was raised.

I feel so far from where I’d hope to come.