Some books are undeservedly forgotten; none are undeservedly remembered.
[W. H. Auden]

Sunday, July 17, 2005

It's Good

This is a song I wrote about a month ago. It's not the best, and there are some awkward lines, but I like it. I've written the lyrics to a lot of songs--maybe 230--but have yet to write music for any.

oh, that cliched teenage angst
screaming "I will never be like you"
as the years, they disappear
we find that we misplaced our fear
the state to apprehend
is the state of never changing,
staying as you are
you know, our parents know a whole lot more
than we give them credit for
and seeing through their eyes,
imagining what it could be like--
it isn't such a sin as we insisted on believing
in the end, it's good

{chorus:}
eventually, we all see the world
by another man's perspective
that's the way of wisdom,
and it's good

teacher's words, they never fade
mentors in authoritative guise
as the years, they disappear
we find that maybe they were wise
the time of growing old
is the time of constant learning
sharing ev'rything
you know with younger generations born
just to hear your words for them
and seeing through their eyes,
remembering what your youth was like--
it isn't such a sin as we insisted on believing
in the end, it's good
it's good

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