There are old souls that live
in youthful frames
They speak in the present
and use fake names
Youthful blood courses through their veins
while aged thoughts fill their brains
In every age they find a home
They're all the rage
and still they live alone
They don't see the world
as others do
Their secrets are squirreled
away from you
When they raise the flag
and shout hooray
They're the ones who drag
their boots away
Its the same old play
on a different stage
It goes this way
in every age
Old souls are born bruised and shattered
Their years pass by in bodies battered
Until the crusty outer shell
reflects the inner quiet hell
They wonder before they die
just where they'll go
But between you and I
I think they know
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