Something.

Oh lucky me, just a young old breed, whose oceans far and wide. Just young and free, none guilty pleed, as clear as the blue skies. Something tells me walk and talk the walk my head and heart aligned. And through and through, my vision's true, I see right through the light. Yet hopefully, respectively, I take time to see it shine. Above the rim, it's oh so dim, you gotta give it time. Spirits crowd, their voice not loud, they look to make it bright. They move so fast, to make it last, so please don't close your eyes. There's no gas or plug, just gathering hugs, to let it ride in style. Though this jungle clean, it's still so mean, they prey to skin your hide. And I don't mean pray so keep on walking, they'll keep stalking, they'll catch you if your moves ain't right. And something tells me, oh something tells me, mystery is in the slight. Cause my angel say, just pray the day's to make sure you're alright. So soft and smooth, it's all so true, you know that that ain't all. She said said to me, as I live and breathe.........keep all your dreams keep standing tall.  Lace up your shoe so you won't fall. Someone above says you are great. Just pray the bad days go away. There's always something to bring you down. Even though there's a reason don't ever let them see you frown.