I'm four. I'm walking with my mother.
We're going to the fair to have a little fun.
She sees an old friend. They start talking.
So I wander off for a little ride.
I smile at the rides and the games and the fun.
It's good to 'Being alive walking in the sun.
But I look around - mom's not there.
I know I'm lost.
I'm upside down in the depths of my spoon
Someone is trying to change the notes of my melody.
When was the time that I lost my fight?
I went astray like...
the moon in broad daylight.
I ten years. I always went to church.
I considered myself “God’s little girl.”
I look at my life and the choices I made.
I am far from Him and who I really am.
My grandpa is gone. I won't forget his song.
Lots of good notes (but sometimes out of tune).
I've dealt with the loss but wonder at the cost.
I know I'm lost.
I'm a âteenâ now. I have all the things.
They say I have a quick mind.
Many friends, very nice, my iPod is full of songs.
No one sees that I'm trying to be something I'm not.
All I want is a good friend until the end.
I look in my spoon and
see that my world is upside down.
I turn it around
and my world is good again.

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