I found my fate
In the shape of a wave.
My anchor didn’t hold in the storm,
now I’m drifting out the bay…

Age,
I feel the weight of an age.
I don’t want to carry all the years around,
but I’m getting older by the day.

I’m afraid of the day
when everything I’m built upon will change.

I cried for the pain of doubt,
wearing at my heart ’til it wore it out;
with nothing left to care about,
I couldn’t make a sound!

So let go the mooring ropes,
and farewell this little boat;
there’s no preparation you can make
that the currents won’t confound!

I’m afraid of the day
when everything I’m built upon will change.
It’s a dark new day,
It’s a brave new day,
and there’s no escape.

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