In this world we are blessed with two gifts.
Something young
Something old
We don't realize how these two become
The ying and yang to situations.
The young is ambitious, something
That seems untouchable.
No one can get in the way of the young.
We sail at our finest
And think without the slightest
Care.
Here comes the old
Something wise and unbreakable
The old always had their walls broken
Down in the past.
The walls are still breaking down
But slower since this is
Older.
Young and Old, the white to black.
When life is created
Death sends it back.
Without young we can not learn
Without old we can not tolerate.
Life is both for the living and
The past living.
Something young
Something old
We don't realize how these two become
The ying and yang to situations.
The young is ambitious, something
That seems untouchable.
No one can get in the way of the young.
We sail at our finest
And think without the slightest
Care.
Here comes the old
Something wise and unbreakable
The old always had their walls broken
Down in the past.
The walls are still breaking down
But slower since this is
Older.
Young and Old, the white to black.
When life is created
Death sends it back.
Without young we can not learn
Without old we can not tolerate.
Life is both for the living and
The past living.