I cannot pinpoint the start,
My 29 is way too far.
You, being 27 is an art,
Day by day you're becoming the brightest star.
What will my 30 become?
When your 28 is training for a war.
Hoping not to be too old and numb,
You will be 29 but still not on my door.
I will just draw things on my mind,
2 little kids playing sticks and running around .
You're 32 will be a search to find,
My 31 will wait for you with a joyous sound.
They say we will be 31 or 32 and maybe 33,
Getting there is gonna be painful every day.
Running is for you and waiting is for me,
For us, God will make a way.
