Wandering through the green grasses
Sometimes I think what I am;
Cleaning my Granny’s glasses
I wonder if life is a spam.
Oh damn, maybe these teenage cells
Are kicking at a bad time;
But I still can’t leave my shell
For it can be a crime.
I know I can make it through
Admist the dark jungles;
Crossing all the hurdles blue
I’ll listen to my hearty jingle.
Yes, I’m confused a little,
Maybe it happens naturally sometimes.
But all I know is I’m not this brittle;
I’ll make it through and with all my might.