Afraid of being old enough to die,
A little love and family reunion.
Write a song about the way I cry,
Not to see the other side of disunion.
I will not sink into weeping!
As pictured on a portrait of me,
You forget the way I am feeling,
As you see the significant part of me.
I never wanted any second best.
Like a dream of being the rest,
Hang a little head above the rest,
You want to see me be the best.
The world becomes an empty cage,
We never know the ways of being free,
Nothing like the only way I slowly age,
As I hold the world on hold and its key.
There is such an easy way to live,
Sitting on the world as a king!
Never thinking how to archive,
But own the land of love to cling.
But life is such an easy way to feel.
By the love of a friendly company,
We really need a little more zeal,
To find a true friendly company.
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