The sounds of silence are so strong.
A simple way to go wrong.
A fire that burns,
in a youth,
it means love,
that has no use.
As you get older you realize,
the past was all for fun,
and the present is when your life begun.
You remember asking mom to let you grow,
but now it shows,
that you wish you could be,
that four year old,
you used to be,
you sit snug in your mothers arms,
safe from danger and past any harm.
You face everyday by yourself,
unasure of knowledge or wealth.
But you'll someday soon find yourself.
And do great wonders,
for eveyone else.