Hot Cross

Its times like these, in the midst of sink or swim that Ive enfolded.
Nouns and verbs in nights I seek to forget, and looked for eyes spying on a future less grim.
You dont argue with the wise, well-read or well- spoken.
Teach the younger that its running legs are easily broken.
Lessons learned are scars that dont heal, but are always earned.
And theres no chance of seeing through the disguises when your only staring through holes torn and burned.
Sixteen years too many with collars thrown to the wind.
Left wondering if its easier to buy design, or wallow in sin...
(And we are passing through love, like were shedding older skin.)
[ Throw Collars To The Wind Lyrics ]