I was afraid of reaching this age
I was told it’s when you start dying.
With so many things unsaid, in my head, in my heart, torn apart
I was afraid time would stampede, crying
Before I could sort out what needs to be said
About the world that’s been lying
Lying about love, life and death
Lying without even trying.
It’s been my fear that the pictures in my heart
The works in my soul, the loneliness of my mind
Would be cut short by this stressful life