She eased a kiss on to my soul
Rested in my hand , the world i foretold
I'm young , old soul,
What is next i already know,
See the future i not see,
Only possibilities of what can be

So when im young tuned in old,
Just behold of the rose i have to hold ,
Or the colors of that mirrored soul ,
A window gate , that if  risen at 8
One will behold the pale white horse