Guardo a il cielo

Guardo a il cielo
I look at the sky
It’s like seeing into my future, watching my life pass me by
É nuvoloso e c’é molto vento
The clouds move across the bright blue expanse like fish in the water
The wind pushes them across my field of vision and I see the things I am
Sono una nipote euna bambina e una sorella e una figlia
I am so many things, a grandchild and a child, a sister and a daughter
A cousin and a student and a teacher and a friend
Guardo la tempesta
I see the storm coming, the battle for my future that’s about to be held
Sono confuso e preoccupato
I’m confused and worried
What will I become?
Everything I have done has led to this decision
Everyday has led up to this one
My future is in the palm of my hands
Pero sono desideroso e pronto
I feel a thousand things, tens of thousands of things
I’m nervous and worried and scared to death
But I can feel that I am becoming who I am meant to become
And I am excited and ready
Sono molto pronto
I am ready.

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For my grandfather

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