Call to Age (growing up)

A song that I written and composed for some friends. Its about the unwelcome coming-to-age of a teenager, who is wary of matured life already.

"Call to age"

A haven of naivety,

Is burning into the ground.

Through social glares, and security scares;

Youth is lost; maturity, found.

The colors of imagination,

In reality, are died down.

My childhood inhibitions and premonitions,

Were only false starts in sight and sound.

CH:

The world was so much warmer in my dreams.

But real heroes don't wear capes, it seems.

With battered bodies and scarred minds,

They compete for contention, and fall behind.

And I don't want to live my life that way.

So, i don't want to answer my call to age...

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Care-freeness has been condemned;

By an inability to swallow pride.

It's not what i wanted, but it's that what i need,

To help survive the cruel world outside.

And innocence, the scent of youth;

Has been undone by a lack of faith.

That has been entrusted in my shaky arms,

By a flux of sorrow, and love and hate.

CH:

The world was so much warmer in my dreams.

But real heroes don't wear capes, it seems.

With battered bodies and scarred minds,

They compete for contention, and fall behind.

And I don't want to live my life that way.

So, i don't want to answer my call to age...

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