I see things in such a light,
They see things by squinting against the dark of night.
The things I understand,
Seem to be too hard for them to grasp.
They think they know the best for me,
Guess what? They are very deadly wrong.
Please don't dismiss,
My views on things,
To be that of just a child.
In my mind, and in my soul,
I am as ancient as the wind and as the rain.
And so it seems,
That it should be,
Me who raises them,
Instead of them trying to raise me.