There are no phrases so these answers cant be answered
Walking by a lane of truth
Running past a road of lies
To see the details of my youth
In which I hear my cries
Looking back I know I tried my best
But more potential could have seeped
Regardless I know have been blessed
As I see myself taking that last leap
Growing as the girl that I was
I see the Spring in my presence
To which there is no pause
Of the blossom in my essence
Worried that his pants had been removed.
