If you ever ask me
"How old are you?"
I'd say, "Do you mean, How Young am I?"
Because old is a word I hate
Getting old is never my fate
I am always young,
Every second, minute and day
I dream, I dream
Till you dream, young you'll stay
Young is a state of being,
It's not the number of years you survived
but the number of years you lived,
not just by breathing
but dreaming
Dream big, dream small
never worry to take a fall
Till you dream, young you'll stay
days come, days go; They may
dream at night, during day
Till you dream, young you'll stay
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 8:01 AM UTC
If you ever ask me
"How old are you?"
I'd say, "Do you mean, How Young am I?"
Because old is a word I hate
Getting old is never my fate
I am always young,
Every second, minute and day
I dream, I dream
Till you dream, young you'll stay
Young is a state of being,
It's not the number of years you survived
but the number of years you lived,
not just by breathing
but dreaming
Dream big, dream small
never worry to take a fall
Till you dream, young you'll stay
days come, days go; They may
dream at night, during day
Till you dream, young you'll stay
