My mother was grace

My father was harmony

I was the dream

Now that I am here i see a journey

At first is seemed so easy as kid

dreaming of all the possbilities

Seeing them as realilty

Now i do not know what i am to be

Decesions to be made

The more to choose the harder it is

I wish i could have a helping hand

There my mother is but she can not help

MY decesion is always mine no

matter what is said

Life is was it

Cruel, hardship, laughs, enjoyment,

Crying, and death all of the emotions that we have

Birth of another, birthdays and

success, poor, the worst, the beast, and the all

All of the things that we go threw your life

It is an experince no other will feel.

Life as is to no one else.