I can't help waiting deliberating,

depths of age pale away

and I am trying to rediscover

the wide-eyed beauty of the first glance



and you can take what's mine,

add to the weight of time

with cold eyes and a furrowed brow

and you can take what's mine,

turn back the hands of time

but for young, time is the sun



from where does fear spawn,

from the older ingrained scorn

does it mean that my mind won't cry

and I can't believe that you're happy to bleed

from your cold eyes



each year I peel back my skin

and fleshy pink appears

yet a harder layer grows,

protect uncertainty

young grow fear to love,

resist my resistance

reluctance to return a smile



from where does fear spawn

from the older ingrained scorn

does it mean that my mind won't cry

and I can't believe that you're happy

to bleed from your cold eyes