You would think that I could find a simple song, a photograph of mine
To show this public eye, what I have to offer
I may not have a PHD, or speak in eloquent philosophy!
I'm nothing more than simply me you see!
What I am trying to say
I'm just a babe in so many ways!
I'm still growing, still stretchin'
Still breaking in these new shoes
Looking for a way to make a mark of my own
I'm just a spring chick, wet behind the ears
It's a part of life so there's no need to fear
These growing pains that I'm going through
I don't regret, I'm not ashamed that I haven't yet begun to speaketh ways...
(As the wisest of men), oh perhaps some day
But for now I'm grateful to be a part of the family tree, while The Man upstairs does His work on me
It's a job that may take eternity to complete
Just when I've learned all I can, those growing
Pains up and kick on in again!
Time after time, one more time and again, will it ever end?
It's the lessons in our lives that make us wise
But young or old I am told it's the same
Oh, these growing pains never go away, so I'll just keep on trying
Oh, baby don't worry about a thang!
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