I shall grow old perhaps, but not today, not while my hopes are young, my spirit strong, my vision clear, because life has a way of smoothing out the wrinkles with a song.
I shall grow old, perhaps, but not today, not while my dreams remain a shining shield, my faith a lance, and 'neath a sky of grey, my colors wave upon the battlefield.
I shall grow old, perhaps, but not today, not while this p...
