The World Is Growing Old - Tad Morose

Holding on to the past

Put the future on hold

Time stands still

And the world is growing old

Find solace in solitude

A shield of lies

Succumb to nothing

The outside world bring on

By pressure unaffected

Benevolence rejected

Find solace in solitude

Lets nothing by

The boundaries of shelter

The shield of lies

A lonely world grown vast

Far away, far below

Out of sight and out of reach I stand

While the world is growing old

Stuck to a point in time

A time of beauty and light

A soothing caress to soul and mind