It's an odd and awful way to be 
it's a happy laughter of the free 
it's a truth and it's a dare 
it's a feeling in the air 
it's a mother's love for a child 
it's a burst from someone else's universe 
it's something you carry with you like a curse 
it's a smile or a tear 
it's a treasured souvenir 
it's a cue that makes the heart sing 
and an argument has nowhere to go 
and you'll grow old before you know 
and the memories shine clear like looking in a mirror 
and you remember all the times you were sincere 
and the mood will hit you, you'll be a baby again 
it will take and embrace you like an old friend 
adventure in your eyes with manic surprise 
like the sun shining through the clouds 

POW