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