What is life without your best?
What is love without a quest?
Why does time always seem to past?
It seems yesterday, I was a child.
Now today I am more.
Why must we grow, but feel nothing?
Why must we but learn nothing?
Is there something I seem to be doing wrong?
Tell me Father, why so proud?
Tell me Mother, why the frown?
My journey will go so far.
My adventures will be spread, from ear to ear, and to the dead.
I feel we have grown today.
