I.see.red - Youth

Black vultures circling around
the waste of your youth
Always afraid to tame the waves
a part of youth is gone
No
Rise, can't stuck in the mud the wait is over
No second chances, time always runs
Turn your back to the sun and fade away
Signs of surrender desperation
Life kept deepening its roots, but didn't let grow
The seeds were not yours to throw away, but nothing is left to bloom
Stiff and withered still exists
The countless years
With no drop of willingness
Just adding to the score
Rise, can't stuck in the mud the wait is over
no second chances, time always runs
Only reach for the endless sky
forget of the shore
Take a deep breath and dive
In the end the curtain will drop
Wouldn't be a waste to leave without a blossom?
the flowers of your time, a meaning caught in the scent, treasures scattered with the wind