• A small vessel you come to this world
    Frail and easy to kill
    But protected by old, and molded by young
    To help try to fight off the swill

    Soon you grow wiser and start to mature
    A shell representing your life
    But you are tattered and beaten by your generation
    And that shell looks like its dead from a knife

    As you take constant hits to your own little mind
    The shell weakens over time
    But eventually you see how the world revolves
    And expose to it your newly evolved mind

    So now you break free of that outer shell
    And spread your wings so gracefully
    You soar to the skies with your scars all around
    But show the world who you were meant to be.