I will concentrate Not contemplate Not trump the sound Of reverbing hate. I'll fix my face A warriors brand. Shaking friends Making hands. Flip the band Rock the stage I was born to be A fist of rage. Not hurting others Making page Wisdom comes White hair gray age. Wisdom tells its Wholesome tale. Deepens mysteries On universal scale. I will get there No way to fail With a guitar in hand Lyrics in mail. Getting older Doesn't mean goodbyes. Getting older Is wisdoms lullaby.