I've watched you flower
and
lend me so much power
yet break my will,
leaving my heart stand still.
I wanted to be strong
and
find all the wrong,
but I never meant to hang on
and squeeze
until all the air was gone.
I'm sticking to a youthful dream
that has no place in the main stream.
Learning to cover my ears
and shake away the fear.
I never wanted to make you cry
I only wanted to try.
Can't you see,
I'm a victim of fantasy?
I need the innocents of my youth;
caressing words from another mouth.
A hand held out
to soothe away my pout.
I'm sticking to a youthful dream
that has no place in the main stream.
Learning to cover my ears
and shake away the fear.
I'm afraid to be told
that I'm growing old.
Rising bricks of clay
causing dreams to slip away.
Everything is free but time,
and the ringing of chimes.
Things remain the same
accept the players of the game.
I'm sticking to a youthful dream
that has no place in the main stream.
Learning to cover my ears
and shake away the fear.
When we're worlds apart
embarking upon a new start
knowing that it wasn't a lie
means that the dream never has to die.
I'm sticking to a youthful dream
that has no place in the main stream.
Learning to free my years
and shake away the tears.
Robert Allison
15/05/85