Strong in the harts of the young
As age rises I decrease
There are few that survie were this is fails to be
All are welcome to have me
Reality and experence kill me
I am no more then a thought at times
Yet solid as a brick at others
You can hear me in the words of young
I'm with you in your best times
You long for me in your worst
Do you know my word?
Edited by Magic_luver101, 16 March 2009 - 11:49 PM.