Wanna be young the rest of my life
Never say no, try anything twice
Till the angels come and ask me to fly
Gonna be 18 till I die…
There’s something attached to the word teen
And hence is loved age eighteen
Free as a bird you seem to be
Now I’ll tell you what’s 18 to me
18 is the age I’ll always be
Nothing more expected from me
Must have been an artist’s creative hand
Who gave this age like a magic wand
Suddenly you are intelligent and bright
Leading yourself from darkness to light
Learning the hard way what is fine
Making the luster within you shine
Out of school, entering college
Grabbing things, they called knowledge
Age when creativity is at its best
All the problems now seem to rest
I love to set my own trend
Never care about a boyfriend
Make all my dreams come through
Visualize myself getting through
Everything suddenly turns sweet
World too, comes at your feet
18 is surely the age you roar
What can I write more?
