I was ten years old,
tender by age but not slow.
I could start to notice your imperfections,
but somewhere along the road you showed me what it was like to be a man.
That dedication you showed me allowed me to unlock my potential,
but what happenes when I fail?
I need love and affection,
but I do not want to sound desperate.
i just want you to hear me,
becuase now I have a child of my own.
Everything, at the courious age of nineteen, might not have gone according to your plan,
but that doesn't mean I'm not a man.