These thunderstorms
They wane and wander
Similar to the days I've pondered
If youth and freedom hold the key
To contentedness and joy
Cause with each passing year I'm finding
It easier to keep unwinding
With every doubt and question still
Left without answers
So here I lay my heart to rest
My loneliness, my aching head
Too many things misunderstood
So many more to come yet
I'm not the first and not the last
To notice that as time has passed
The only thing remaining the same
Is how consistently life goes on

INVIA LE CORREZIONI