The world spins in one direction,
But my heart can go many ways.
Sometimes my words remain dark,
Sometimes they lighten with the day.
If my words never changed,
I think I would grow nomore.
Just like the sun not always shining,
Sometimes the rain must pour.
So please grow with me,
And share all that I have to show.
More of myself will open up,
The whole true me then you will know