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Eighteen years

I've lived in a shoe

Made of mistakes

I've learned in my youth



I was born in a little hotel

My parent's show and tell

It never gets old, eyes on you

Soon they fade just like youth



Sixteen years

Held such better days

Care-free thoughts

And no rainy days



I grew up a product of love

My parent's gift from up above

It never gets old, hearing they care

Soon I'm off to the middle on nowhere



Fourteen years

Growing up

If life was tea

I filled the cup



I grew strong this boy to man

My parents were the molding hand

It never leaves lesson lost, it's not fair

Soon I'd be a man and leave the boy right there



Twelve years

I still didn't know

Life was hard

A sandcastle moat



I was raised to know the truth

My parent's held stars that I could shoot

It never seemed too far, out stretched hands

Soon I'd be off the make my own stand



Ten years

Don't remember much

Broke my ankle

So I used a crutch



I grew up looking up to my dad

My parent's were tough but I understand

It was for my best, and now I see

Soon I'd be the man they were making me



Eighteen years

Wouldn't trade for the world