The Days of our Youth

The days of our youth are like leaves in the wind

Not knowing the place we might land

Dependent upon the force of the earth

Or the guidance of somebody’s hand

Some leaves will blow far from the tree where they fell

Some leaves will fall straight to the ground

And some even still will go nowhere at all

Just spinning around and around

But all leaves must fall before rising again

The must find their place on the earth

The soil they choose will decide win or lose

As they try to establish their worth

And once fully grown as a tree all their own

Only then will they see what I say

For no child knows the true meaning of worry

Until their own child goes astray