Song - William Shand

I am so old when she is far,
So young when she is near.

I am the wound, I am the scar,

And wrinkled on the floor,

So meaningless and deathly still

When she has gone her way.

Yet I am the creative will

When she is in my day.

I am so old when she denies,

So lost when she is far.

But O so young when in her eyes

Love is an open star.