Steps on the floor   Show time for the door   To scream from the hinge, to sing from the soul   Dust on the clock, clams on not to shock me   With minutes left   Till I'll be whole      I'm not afraid that time flies by   I'm not afraid to hold my head up high   I found myself brought to books   Trough the times of the troubled youth   I found questions with no truth   Questions with no answers      I have been weak   My mind starts to seek   A way out of my abused body   Fear starts to reek   As I rise from my seat   To grow into the life cos I am ready      I'm not afraid that time flies by   I'm not afraid to hold my head up high   I found myself brought to books   Trough the times of the troubled youth   I found questions with no truth   Questions with no answers      Why should I give up my cradle?   Time flies   Can I do it later?   Why should I give up my cradle?   Time flies   Can I do it later?      I'll be gone for tomorrow   At least as a child I once were   As child you once knew   Is there a chance I could borrow?   At least as a child I once were   As a child you once knew