When I sit on my roof to watch the sun riseI see the sun smile as he is painting the skiesBefore i was old, I don’t think i could seeWell not really old, just the end of seventeenI never noticed the sky, and all of its worthEven though its been there since the day of my birthBeing a kid, different things matteredBut it's now that i'm old that those illusions have shatteredLife is not about all the friends that you can make It's about the select few, in which you hold stake.It is not about staying out every night.It’s about peaceful stars slowly fading from sight.The warmth of a hug, from a loving motherThe smile and laugh of a crazy younger brotherIts meaning is found in the little things everyday.So every morning I watch the sun chase away the gray.And I remember what it means. No use in the strife Now that i'm older, i've found the beauty in life Its as if the past few years were nothing but a blinkThat's what growing up means i think