Absent
I am old, but I am timeless.
The years pass, the young grow old.
The sun rises and the moon rests.
The wind blows and the grey winter comes,
And the world waits, quietly for spring to come, again.
I am the ageless child who is not forgotten.
I am old, but I am timeless.
The years pass, the young grow old.
The sun rises and the moon rests.
The wind blows and the grey winter comes,
And the world waits, quietly for spring to come, again.
I am the ageless child who is not forgotten.