When I was born, my head was violet.
Hair of yellow when I was ten.
Wild and fair when I was twenty.
And at thirty the hair and breadth of a bear.
Oh what will I look like when I am older?
Will I be hale or bent over frail?
Who will I know as my years pass me?
Not a hope, but a prayer that nothing will change.
When I was young, was I a burden?
Strange little thing that I always was.
Still found true love and life despite me,
And a place for this strange, little heart to belong.
Now where will I go, as I get older?
What will I see and what will I know?
And what will I be as my years pass me?
Will I be wise?
Will I have learned?
Will I be strong and fair?
Will I still wish life longer?
Will my love last strongly forever?
And will I be loved?
Oh, will I remain loved?
What will I see?
In years to come what will I see?
released August 24, 2015
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