A day older, gray are the skies that grow colder
Old successes aren't good enough for the new challenges
The quickness of life isn't what I had imagined
Will I rise from this pit
Or will I keep digging a larger hole
The hole left in my soul from someone who never grew old
The hole I try to fill with mythical paradoxes no one has heard of
Where sanity meets humanity, weighted down by darkness or maybe gravity
How long is the hour of happiness
I just want to be on top of the world again
The lady who raised me fears for my soul
I just want to make her proud
Yet its hard to stand when the wind blows cold
No longer can I hide behind this beard
The cool is exiting and the real has come sooner than near
God please take away my fears, please take away these fears.
