Soar like an eagle, Run like the wind, Race across the plains, My soul is on the mend. Life is like a fine wine, That's all that I can say. It keeps getting better, With every blessed day. Even though I'm still young I have seen alot. I've learned when to hold my tongue, And when to talk. I stare out my window, Watching as it rains. Not listening to anybody, Just thinking about my pain. But it keeps getting better, For that is how life goes, Starting as a small green bud, Blooming like a rose.