High In The Age Of Hope.

Such an age beware the entitlement towards living.
Where philosophies inspire our elderlies to be born
And if a youth has his heightened ego straitened out
Then there will be danger arising over a devils doubt
Tender skin and bone glisten in the Sunshines eyes
Grey hair turns golden weathered clouds into its beauty
Share their dreams of wit whilst we push the wheelchair
And, bow down before the altar of their intellectual flair
Life ages us before we begin the journey to the breast
There the thoughts through historically older formations
Scares deepened and swelled into growing with them
Allow their grace to be the virtue in everything they do
Carpets shine with the veteran feet which feed his shoes
Saint juniors climb because their survival only weakens
In the life of a valentine, dreams slacken the load of love
Yet, remaining with the oldest hearts that pump all life
Introducing a way in which when someone loses their own
Insanity recoils like pythons would suffocate its own breath
Where the most worn out roads stumble down to death
Innocent has paved the way forward towards darkest days
They rejoice in life and depend on the love that's given
Withered armchairs sway listen to its own croaky throat
That a child can smile to a great, great Granddad right now
Letting go of his hand that has written 100-lifetime stories
Sleeping now until the end of wherever they find themselves
Crocodiles play havoc sincerely towards the edge of Heaven
Melted hearts melted bodies drown in their own blood
Beauty in it remains the same of whatever age they become
And within the Holy Spirit, a ghost will shine for most of them
For life is a give and go before they lay their heads down
When there's nothing left to do the world will be their rainbows
leaving death is accustomed to the coughing of a big cigar
Encouraging older beauty is the actual unbeaten teardrop
In which it lives the times only in which we are all to follow
In rivers deep and wide set sail, their lives have discovered
A new stunning movement of momentum perpetually alive
Has the Lord sat down and listened, for he is King of Heaven
History in the making is the very first footstep a child makes
From there on in life changes with the winds that never cope
But, a secret has been held up high, high in the age of hope.