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At Sixteen

At Sixteen

 Love is the color of life
 And you dreamed you'd be his wife
 A boy, a girl in a brand new world
 All wrapped up in a colorful you
 The rainbow that leads to a pot of gold
 In a time when you could never grow old

 At Sixteen
 Sixteen
,
 What you were
 What you are
 What might have been
 At Sixteen,
Sixteen
The place you start
 To live and grow
 Hold onto sixteen and don’t let it go.

 Yesterday becomes black and white
 Like the moonlight that kisses the night
 Darkened by skies of coal
 Life an onyx ocean no deeper than 3 feet at the shoal
 Just shallow enough to get your feet wet
 But at that depth you can never forget

Sixteen,
 At Sixteen
What you were
 What you are
 What might have been
 At Sixteen
 Sixteen
 The place you start
 To live, to grow
 Hold onto sixteen and don’t let it go
 Hold onto sixteen and don’t let it go

 BR  Sept 2017



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