Rockets fly – missiles shoot across the sky.
mature
Today, I turn 25. Dang,
where has the time gone.
In this life, there is room
for more love – more growth.
Yes, I have killed
the person I was:
Don’t grow old, grow young.
Rockets fly – missiles shoot across the sky.
Today, I turn 25. Dang,
where has the time gone.
In this life, there is room
for more love – more growth.
Yes, I have killed
the person I was:
Don’t grow old, grow young.
