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