The Real World

There she is again, my beautiful queen
So gorgeous in the sunrise, so pristine

She’ll catch me crying
Because I know I’m still trying

They call this the real world
And into this land of power I am hurled

Don’t try to give it a hack
Just be happy to be back

Welcome home son
Back to where it all had first begun

Remember child, you’ve made it
And know beyond a reasonable doubt that you are it