As those days beat down on me I truly thought I was fearless, and now that I realize I'm growing up. I'm terrified. Who has the upper hand, I tell myself again. We are more than just creations. We taught ourselves to sing so beautifully. This song is a cry for help. Is there anyone out there who feels the same way, am I all alone? How foolish I know the feeling of being alone and this is not it, for this is acceptable with time. What have I made of myself and though it seems so long ago. I want to be a kid again. This is the action of growing up, growing older, growing old. What good is man give me the heart of a child again. Prove yourself. I am relentless in all my actions. I've found that I am growing tired of fighting these battles. I've lost them all. I will surely concede, I am not afraid.