When I was younger I am afraid,
To those which lies ahead;
When I grow up the past,
Tormented me till no longer could I last;
When I was just as young as then,
I swore not to be dirtied just like them;
When I turn older what I saw,
Mirrored the one which should not grow;
When little by little it all fades,
All the things this lips once said;
When time comes to change including me,
Then what would become of this story?
*I realise that as time passes by I'm becoming more and more like the one I swore not to become, before...
