Easy, Fun and New (I Miss You)
I wish I could go back to when life was easy fun and new
When I knew nothing of the world
Because the only thing I could see was you
Before when my life was fun and easy and new
I wish I could go back; go back to when my safe place was you
You protected me from the terrors of the world
You told me that you would never leave me and that I would never be hurt
But how could you know what this wicked, wicked world would do to me.
You couldn’t possibly have known the different ways in which this world would torcher me.
But you’d hoped that you’d raised me to be strong enough to endure all that life would throw at me
And in some ways, you were right.
you told me that to survive in this world I would have to fight
And I am; I’m fighting for you
Because well, if it was up to me; I would just lose.
Throw down my armor, weapons and tools;
I would forfeit this life and just go with you.
Im so tired of being strong
When all I want to be is weak
But I can’t because that’s not the way you raised me
You raised me to be as strong as the open sea
With a slew of endless possibilities
I must keep moving; I have to push on
Because I was raised by a woman who endured the worst and pressed on.
I wasn’t born to be weak; in fact that word is kind of foreign to me.
You gave me everything that you never had
And it’s my turn to give back.
Give back back to you, give back to god; give back to everyone that has encouraged and believed in me and pressed on.
It gets hard sometimes in this world without you
Sometimes I want to give up but then I look to you and all you’ve been through
and somehow I find the strength to push through
I know what I must do; besides, I had the best person to teach me the rules.
When I knew nothing of the world
Because the only thing I could see was you
Before when my life was fun and easy and new
I wish I could go back; go back to when my safe place was you
You protected me from the terrors of the world
You told me that you would never leave me and that I would never be hurt
But how could you know what this wicked, wicked world would do to me.
You couldn’t possibly have known the different ways in which this world would torcher me.
But you’d hoped that you’d raised me to be strong enough to endure all that life would throw at me
And in some ways, you were right.
you told me that to survive in this world I would have to fight
And I am; I’m fighting for you
Because well, if it was up to me; I would just lose.
Throw down my armor, weapons and tools;
I would forfeit this life and just go with you.
Im so tired of being strong
When all I want to be is weak
But I can’t because that’s not the way you raised me
You raised me to be as strong as the open sea
With a slew of endless possibilities
I must keep moving; I have to push on
Because I was raised by a woman who endured the worst and pressed on.
I wasn’t born to be weak; in fact that word is kind of foreign to me.
You gave me everything that you never had
And it’s my turn to give back.
Give back back to you, give back to god; give back to everyone that has encouraged and believed in me and pressed on.
It gets hard sometimes in this world without you
Sometimes I want to give up but then I look to you and all you’ve been through
and somehow I find the strength to push through
I know what I must do; besides, I had the best person to teach me the rules.