I am no one of importance,

My hands have not held gold.

And while my body may be 19,

my mind is full and old.

They say I have the world

sitting right inside my palm.

My thoughts no an endless curl

Who am I to hold it all?

So hear my cries to you, to all

come to my side and lets stand tall

Scribble your name into the dust

And drag a stick in sand

And use the sky to scream you word

Hear me now

My mind is old, my body young

But my voice

Will Live

Forever!