Wisdom’s a gift, but you’d trade it for youth
Age is an honor — it’s still not the truth
We saw the stars when they hid from the world
You cursed the sun when it stepped to your girl
Maybe she’s gone, and I can’t resurrect her
The truth is she doesn’t need me to protect her
We know the true death — the true way of all flesh
Everyone’s dying, but girl — you’re not old yet
Posted March 20, 2013 at 11:01pm
