The Road To Being A Man

You know that i'm sorry, really, for everything.
You know that i'm lonely and i'm praying for anything.
Something to say, or something to sing,
something that isn't just another one of those things.
I don't know what to do,
or really what to say,
but I hope you know every shot I take
my whole life in front of my eyes starts to replay.
You grow up too fast,
or maybe a little too slow,
but who really cares enough,
and who really knows?
You've got to go for the gold,
and always do the best you can.
Maybe not take as many punches
on the road to being a man.
There is always going to be a lot to handle,
and there's going to be times when it's pitch dark.
Those are just the times when you need to light a candle,
and wait away the minutes before the morning sparks.
Somestimes you'll be alone,
far from home.
Sometimes you'll laugh,
as if you've just remembed the "good past".
The memories that will always last,
and never pass,
for they have no mask,
and there are questions to ask,
but it's so much harder just to relax,
return to the times where we went wrong,
and never, ever ask for those moments back.
(This is a forever kind of thing.)