Young and impatient
Born to run
Pain all seems fatal
When cut so young
Calm
Down
Lines drawing time
In palms
In eyes
Old souls bleed
In such young lines
Calm
Down
Calm
Down
Wise ones hold their tongues
'Til they see it's all been done
Keep with kind words
Slow your hunger down
Sew with soft hands
The dreams in which you keep
Calm
Down
Calm
Down
