My parents and elders tell me everyday,

That my wisdom still has a long way,

“Listen” the grown ups instruct,

“Listen for what we say is exact,

You still have a long way to go

Thus accomplish what you’re told to do so

Whether my youth obstructs my way of thinking,

Though teenagers today do lots of drinking

I would still not alter what I want and believe in

Although we’re living in a world so mean

I’ll cherish the days I woke up naïve

Yet I’ll wait for the day I’ll no longer be deceived

Now while I’m young, I’ll not only dream of tomorrow

But I’ll work and toil despite the many sorrow.