There is an eight year old child that resides in each and every one of us.
Click on image above to see the 8-year old child…
The Eight Year Old is what we represent no matter how long we live, this is the truest form of our soul’s character.
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(Song Lyrics version)
[Verse 1]
In old man’s frowns and folds in brows lay days and months and years of places been, and choice in sins and fears ’n tears and scolds to ears. Peer deep and seek to sneak a peek of shadowed, faint resemblance, of life bestowed before the bows took aim upon defendant.
[Verse 2]
’Tis seen the screams when face is clean of furrowed face’s heart. In wrinkled nests hides life’s protests of days ’n months, stowed junk in trunks, ’n lows ’n funks, and times of drunks, as lines scribe words to mimes.
[Verse 3]
In peering deep, some run oblique across thy face afar, yet told in lines expressions chime of fears in floors that squeaked. In days of long and summers gone, the arms of clock chime rhythmic song in ticks of tock from sound of clock; a wrinkled face hears tunes that mock.
[Verse 4]
The wrinkles quote half octave’s notes between thy whispered tones, as hovered cast of history’s past strum songs ’twill lead them home.
[Chorus]
[Verse 5]
Look inside those deep-set eyes and understand life’s reasons why. There’s no disgrace in wrinkled face, for lines describe both love and pride, and men inside don’t run nor hide from bellowed crows and arrow’s foe.
[Instrumental]
[Verse 6]
Imagine spans of years, my dear, in walks alone, in headings feared, in sun-baked rays and foggy haze, as travels measured girth of earth. Was lump in throat and pain’s disguise that furrows brow just kept dry eyes. ’Twas life’s obtuse in action’s ruse gave cause to cringe in missing friends. As curled toes caused face new folds in anguished contemplations, forlornness, cares, and year’s despair ceased smiling eyes’ suasion’s. In forehead’s folds a life is told in silent screams and buried scenes, as wrinkled folds caused twitch and pulls, contorting soul’s response to tolls and debit’s scar from plow spade’s mar, shaped maze on face bizarre.
[Bridge]
[Verse 7]
Take time in passing verdicts on the men of wrinkled face, for some have lived life’s journey, adding wrinkle for each day, and some will still be yearning for a life of once they played.
[Verse 8]
Look inside those deep-set eyes and understand life’s reasons why. There’s no disgrace in wrinkled face, for lines describe both love and pride, and men inside don’t run nor hide from bellowed crows and arrow’s foe.
[Chorus — Expanded]
[Final Verse]
May truth be told; see wise in old, respect the winds, form breath of cold, and know that some have ran the race and wear the scars on wrinkled face. So know of source in silence that came from blood and bone; in solemn stares and old man’s moans there lives a man of years of wise, who now wears face in lines disguise. And from those lines of measured time, these men in view with lines askew learned weight of truth and love’s abuse and costs and loss of life to youth…
