The things we go through
Hoping all of them are untrue
Not knowing the truth
Hoping for better youth

You can have the golden soul
It will hit you on a stroll
Like a train
Ramming your brain

Those thoughts are here to stay
For another day
These thoughts destroy the soul
That’s on the stroll

Take care after your soul
Take care after your thoughts
Don’t let them stay
For another day

Banish them!
Don’t make them exempt!
Help your golden soul
Let it finish the stroll
With a peace on your mind
Let’s be kind
To other golden souls
Meeting them on our strolls.