This is home
This is schoolyard crushes and streetlight soccer
This is laugh until your sides split
And Cry until they stitch back up
Watch little kids grow up into something more
Into poets
Or actresses
Or professional soccer players
Or scientists
Or stunt drivers
Or motorcycle riders
Or mathematicians
Or presidents
Or people
Watch them grow into people
Hope they grow into people
Strong enough to resist the pull of the wrong tide
Strong enough to know when to let the current pull them out to sea
Or perhaps
They'll grow into roses
With sharp thorns
That plant themselves somewhere and hold tight
For all they ever wanted
Was a place to call home.
//this one is a bit all over the place, but I'm hoping you guys will still like it. Kisses, Asha//
