I started out small
As small as a germ
In a glass
Half full
But half empty
I made my way from cup to air
From death to life
Only to find that the world
Will hold you back
If it knows where you come from
So continue to grow
In a world new
I started out small
As small as a germ
In a glass
Half full
But half empty
I made my way from cup to air
From death to life
Only to find that the world
Will hold you back
If it knows where you come from
So continue to grow
In a world new
2 flights of stairs
2 more stairs
Who cares
I am counting
Legs burning
From constant churning
Click and trip
Hold myself on the
Red stick
That makes a railing
The no smoking sign above my head
Make it to the second floor
Then off to bed