Youthful river flows,
Arrogance shows,
Doesn’t let things go,
Disrespects the old.
Just a hooligan to scold.
Thinks he’s so bold.
But every gold castle comes and goes.
So be careful boy, don’t you fall.
Forget about yourself for once.
And look at the despair.
That you’ve refused to acknowledge,
Because you were too busy playing emperor.
Youthful river flows,
Pride always shows
To be King of the castle.
Or to be the King of ruins.
Faded like the lines between love and hate.
So, what battle field do you choose to die on?
So be careful boy, on what your yearning.
Forget about yourself for once.
And look at despair.
That you’ve refused to acknowledge,
Because you were too busy playing emperor.
Youthful river flows,
This is how the story unfolds.
To be fooled by the wise,
Or to be a wise fool.
Is the difference between death and life.
So tell me boy! How does your story end?
When the youthful waters run dry?