"Young spirit worn by an old soul, broken heart plated in gold.."
My spirit is weathered, disguised by youth
I'm not broken, but I'm fractured; that's the truth
I'm a matter of seconds from blowing a fuse
I'd love to explain it but I, myself, am confused
I'm surely faulty; clearly some screws have come loose
In the search for understanding, nobody can be found
Push comes to shove and your world becomes a ghost town
Learn from the lessons; don't hit the ground
Survival is natural for those with will power somewhat profound
Peace and quiet, tranquility; what a wonderful sound
Get to know yourself and then access your third eye
The power of understanding is nothing I could begin to deny
An experience akin to tripping when I've gotten too high
Wings blessed by injustice allow us to take flight
Tempted to leave behind all the rest, find our place in the sky
"Young spirit worn by an old soul, broken heart plated in gold.."*
Mute what's expressed by those oppressed by the righteous
Mourning temporary flames; they always burnt brightest
Droughts of emptiness that make the Sahara seem luscious
Developed dependencies on what gets you highest
What's left unspoken will only be answered with silence
Respect fractured souls who chose not to give in to the pressure
Cruel standards by which human worth has been routinely measured
Few bonds will not break; ties are easily severed..