when you were young
you were well cared for
much longed for
and the sun rose and set
on what you believed in
when i was young
i was scarcely heard of
little thought of
and the moon waxed and waned
on what i imagined could be
fin to frock
sand to swimming
harsh to softness
lost to winning
there's nothing that makes sense
for what we have
but here we are
still swimming against the tide
waiting for no man
to pass us by
with hardly a clue
of what to do
when the light shines again
(when)
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