Zoë Simpson - story untold

My family is my friends
I rely on them solely
When I've inevitably stretched thin
I have things to restore me

Green leaves will fall to the ground
And the seasons will change again
Who knows what will be around
When we've all hit our zen

I'm terrified of growing old
When we have wrinkles for smiles
And our hands grow cold
I'm really scared that my brain will grow mold
Don't know if I'm ready to watch my life unfold
My story untold

I know gods got my back
But I can't help but question
Will I keep myself on track
Or will my habits prove identic

Will I praise when I hit low
Like I'm supposed to
Give thanks even when its slow
And keep on pushing through

I'm terrified of growing old
When we have wrinkles for smiles
And our hands grow cold
I'm really scared that my brain will grow mold
Don't know if I'm ready to watch my life unfold
My story untold

I'm scared of growing up
But I have my people
And the one above the sun
I'll have my battles
I'll watch my life unfold
But I'll have my armor
And my hands ever growing cold
My story is still untold

Written by:
Zoë Simpson

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