When we grow old some stories are told Some are untold and maybe few worth more than gold. When we grow old some stories are told Some are untold and maybe few worth mo...

What is it to grow older? Is it to lose the glory of the form What is it to grow older? Is it to lose the glory of the form

They are old, Their stories are told. They are old, Their stories are told.

I was reading some old books Of British and history. I was reading some old books Of British and history.

Back in the day They would stand on the corner Back in the day They would stand on the corner

The first time I heard her scream, Caressed her soft skin, The first time I heard her scream, Caressed her soft skin,