-VERSE-
When I was 10 years old I always needed to be told
That I should not be frightened by the fact that we grow old
But as the days slipped by I felt the pressing need to cry
And I quickly understood exactly why they'd had to lie
In the daylight I could cope, because the sun seemed full of hope
I laughed enough for two grown men and learnt I could tell jokes
But sadness has a subtle face and then it came to gloat
We heard about the girl and boy hung by their skipping rope
Isn't it too hard to conceive
Doesn't it bring you to your knees?
And all I want to do
is to float with the river so free.
Now, fear is not a gentle thing although it has no fists