Is like standing on a mountain's top
And realizing, how far it would be
To fall
So beautiful there
With thin air
And you can hear the call
Of your youth
Calling you to remember
Saying to keep your soul
Young
And free
But youth is spent
Far too much
Upon the young
While the price of wisdom
Is so dear
You are willing just to be done
So long as there is no more pain
Of loss
The inevitable cost
Of being
