Impostors
Your four walls alter similar to the seasons
Summer and fall give you the respect to be free
Winter and spring give me impressions that you’re as lasting
As the imprint of an oar pushing through the water
To be able to paint in color rather than in words
Is a skill you’ve yet to gain
You struggle with the issue of sinning and living
Some dare to treat those two impostors just the same
We push the swing set and it comes faster back
We look back at being kids
And we can only wish we had held on to our laughs
We’re bound to sway back and forth between the lines
But hold on when there is nothing left in you
To keep you aligned
Old dreams never die, they just fade away
Old dreams never die, they just fade away
Old dreams never die, they just fade away
Old solders never die, they just fight wars in their minds
