Growing up, by Robert Salamon We speak of love when love could never be, We seek our souls just so we can see That we'll never find what we truly need And what we want is what we heed, Heed others not to find . You feel the flame burning within you And the light, the warmth is true. Then feel the cold wind coming through, Through your mind and let it do What it came for. We could do just what we could, But to chose to do some good Is what my life should come to know, As we always seem to throw Our thoughts away. If my path is still the same I am not the one to blame. Time will guide me through my pain, Through mistakes and through the rain.