When You Get Younger

Dear grown-ups, hear me out
Understand my position before you shout
If I fail to meet the standards you set
Or if the ethics in which you believe I do forget

It's not an offense I'm committing
Nor a face into which I am spitting
The issue is that we are different, you and me
Your eyes do not view the world Like the eyes through which I see

I'm not brainless or dull, no I'm not slow at all
Remember when you were a child
Now you're stuck at your desk
Papers up to your chest
You wish you were still running wild

I'm not nasty or spiteful I'm not vile or hateful
What's right and what's wrong Isn't yet clear to me
So be patient and look at what I'll one day be

Remember those silly old things that you did And the phrase you hated most was he's just a kid
No, I'm not just a kid

Don't pity me for what I am
Don't hate me for what I'm not
I'll be okay because I'm good With what I've already got
You might not be pleased with what is at hand

But maybe when you get younger you'll understand
Na na na.



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Writer(s): Shmuli Friedman, Yitzchok Friedman
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