I am of age.
My desires are far from reach.
My enemies encamped around me from childhood, but by grace.
By Grace have i sustained the worst storms.
The waters, winds and wildfire tried me. Many times to engulf me
I have seen the star within, and strife to reach it.
I have reached the end of the tunnel, yet no light shines.
Lord give thou the strength, boldness and power to reach for my star.
I am of age, but i cry for more wisdom.
They say knowledge comes in three forms.
Street knowledge, book knowledge and that of common sense.
I need all three forms to hit my mark.
I am of age, yet do my flowers need to blossom.