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No matter how old or wise we can be

No matter if they call us sir, your honour or PhD

There are monsters that still live under our bed

They bite and snarl and drool and scratch

With fangs that rip and shred

No more: "Lay me down to sleep"

'Cause no one else could my soul keep

But if you'd die before I wake

To hell with you my soul you can take

The years that pass by will not make us grow old

Wisdom comes along with the scars on our bodies

With the wrinkles on our faces, the wounds in our souls

And the empty, lonely, desperate looks in our eyes

There can never ever come the day

The price we've got to pay seems fair

They once were immortal, now they're old and frail

The tears of a forlorn child still there

No matter how rich or successful we could get

No matter if people look at us in fear, awe or regret

Deep inside us there still lives a child

That won't stop crawling on all fours

Looking for a place to hide

Growing up turns into growing old

All of our dreams only turned to hopes

No place for compassion

Only sadness and decay