Well I warned you once, my master That the breeze belongs to the seas Don't pretend that you're ahead of it This is the last time I hold you to it, Though you're still young If you insist on Laying claim to the land that you've tread on Oh I've tried, my master But your age and your growing up Is your crutch be aware of it Sing out not inside Don't rely on your face for a smile Understand your anger What's easy now will get harder. All our insides Are just infants All our hearts fill And empty in equal parts I swear on high, I'm still here Though when time gets rough You might be tempted to give in too