I’m up in arms
In the presence of love to a girl from my street
I’m young at heart
Still I am free with the world at my feet
The years I’ve spent
With the focal point of my focus
Fearing death
It made me live for the moments
But she got older and started to grow up
Matured with age
Wised up and the one that I loved
Had turned away
Now time to concede
The image of her with her smile
Would release
The spirit of my inner child
I felt my existence trapped in her gaze
Now the future is bleak
Look to the road ahead, I amble in pain
I move in defeat
I’ve come to realisation that
I’m not afraid of growing old
But more the fact
I’m afraid of growing old alone