Dying Young
He who is not afraid
Of dying young
Who doesn't have regrets
For things he's done
He doesn't have to ask
To let him stay
'Cause he has passed his test
Of life and death
He's got the dust of life
Off of his feet
He now can forget
How to bleed
The sadness is replaced
By friendly grin
And saved will be the rest
Who look at him
And I'll remember then
The words he'd told
And whisper to the sky:
I will stay gold!