WHERE WILL I BE GOING
I opened my eyes to the rising sun,
Did not know where it is I was from,
I saw each day, watching my time go by.
Learned to talk and walk as a child,
The sun came up just as the sun went down,
The moon rose high, in the morning it was gone.
The ticking of a clock, seasons I see pass on by,
The color of my hair, face changing all the time.
Where will I be going as I am older with the passing years,
There’s an ending to what we are taught, a beginning to find.