The enemy within steals into your soul,
Like a wind from the north, it's biting and cold;
From within comes a change, from your heart heavy sighs,
An old man is born and a young man, he dies.
The old man is wiser and harder by far,
Than the young man who dreamed of becoming a star;
The young man lived hard, he had some hard times,
But the old man's face is the one with the lines.
An old man's walk has taken the place
Of the young man's stride and his quickness of pace;
His thoughts are more cloudy and his dreams now are few,
But he remembers the past and the young man he knew.