You say you've always just been lost,
Taking risks without knowing the cost.
Leaving wisdom to the wind,
Convinced yourself weakened
By inexperience and a fork in the road.
I bet they said you'd never understand,
War wages on between identity and a painted mask
As a society says you are not up to the task.
But my dear, you've got the kind of gold
That doesn't come with years...
"Kind Of Gold" Is Copyright To AbdulAziz Mohammed 2009