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From the Young to the Old


 

You have to heal in order to feel

You have to wait to reach the gate

It takes time for reason and rhyme

But you have to wait, I can relate

All of the pain, I know the game

You feel alone, cut to the bone

It’s okay to cry, don’t need to try

To hold it in, just let it begin

Let it come out, whatever about

It’s alright to be cut down like a tree

But when you fall do not withdraw

Into the tears, you know your fears

But also your strength, so mighty and great

So go to that place, so gentle with grace

The power you hold, so ample and bold

Will conquer them all, tear down the wall

Yes it is true, in all that we do

There’s evil out there, everywhere

But take all your life, the good and the strife

Live it for you, in nothing but truth

Get rid of your fears, they bring only tears

Live life to the full, from the young to the old. 

 

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