Young Man

Why do I have to struggle with you when no one will listen to me

People demand when I see past their memories of times when they were all free

I'm just a young man who sees you're all trapped, in skeleton closet you keep so well stocked

And free you run or to hide from the bones and the demons and lives so corrupt

What have I to offer that'll make you all see that's trusting and open of the long road to be

Each line on your face writes a story, in stone on the walls of your home

And told for the future vain glory, to children of my own

Don't believe what they told you

Young man