1996
A lost childhood
and a left out youth
always trying to catch up
always avoiding the truth
What does it matter
that I am ten years earlier on
Before I've finished my education
before all my chances are gone
What does it matter
those ten years or more
when our age is the one thing
that we're not responsible for
Always learning to fast
a twelve-year-old grown-up
with burdens of both the adult and the child
always to busy to stop
And suddenly, when you've arrived
or maybe a year or two after
you find out that you left out all the fun
and the joy and the tears and the laughter
Oh, I see the longing in your eyes
for warmth and comfort and care
for a friend who will talk to you, keep you alive
for knowing there's someone out there
Oh, how you long to give and to take
instead of biting the outstretched hand
but yet, you never did cross that line
You're an outlaw in that land
Last updated: February 10, 2010