The older I get
The less I understand the ways of being good
It began to be a burden to myself
And each time I tried to exhibit
What was a norm to me
I look at the mirror and saw a clown
A face painted and an heart outdated
A heart still basing on acts that are of past
And I wondered how long would this last
The older I get
The more I see that
Knowing the truth does not set me free
The truth began to look more like a trap to me
It became clear that some facts are best hidden
I began to call the skeletons in my wardrobe art
I began to feel that to stay in the dark is right
Because it helps to keep the evil I have become safe
And myself from pretending that I'm always brave
The older I get
The more I decipher
When to stand and fight and when to flee
That I am never the messiah
That could never end on a crucifix
That I'm not some Prince Charming
But just a boy from a black man's street
The older I get
The more I realise
That I've given off too much
Too much of my trust to the dust
So I withdrew every piece of me to myself
Piece by piece and peace by peace
Yes I know they can never be complete
But of the little I found
I keep sacred in my treasury
Yet the older I get
The more obvious I knew there is a light in me
A bright burning flame I can't deny its existence
The kind that can't be defeated in a resistance
The light is who I am from the beginning
But the darkness is what I have become
If only i can hold on to what i am meant to be
Break off my long gorgeous chain and be free
Then the older I get would be a better place for me
