[male vocals] Grayed
head
When
you
choose
to
fight
the
grayed
hair,
you
have
chosen
to
fight
the
seared
hands,
eyes
that
have
seen
countless
battles
of
life,
head
had
been
through
thick
and
thin,
the
mind
mulled
through
miry
mud
of
times.
My
friend,
choose
your
fight
wisely.
If
you
decide
to
monitor
it,
you
would
waste
away,
if
you
decide
to
talk
it
down,
you
may
slide
and
slip
away,
if
you
desire
and
decide
to
fight
it,
you
may
flight
away
in
fear
and
fraud
away
like
flood.
You
may
have
the
strength,
that's
great.
You
may
have
speed,
no
problem.
You
may
have
the
idea,
all
the
same.
But,
you
have'nt
seen
enough
years
of
tears
and
wears.
Respect
your
senior.
Money
isnt
everything,
position
of
authority
is
no
cure
to
madness,
poetry
is
no
poison,
power
is
no
fool.
Tread
carefully,
my
friend.
Many
have
walked
through
this
aisle,
many
have
stood
in
that
very
soil
and
many
have
considered
worthy
of
honour
and
not
arrogance.
Choose
your
next
word
carefully,
it
could
be
your
last.
Arrogance
of
words,
show
one
thing-lack
of
wisdom.
Walk
like
a
noble,
it's
graceful,
talk
like
a
king,
it's
wise,
act
like
a
father,
it's
blessing.
If
you
decide
to
monitor
it,
you
would
waste
away,
if
you
decide
to
talk
it
down,
you
may
slide
and
slip
away,
if
you
desire
and
decide
to
fight
it,
you
may
flight
away
in
fear
and
fraud
away
like
flood.
Grayed
head
is
a
blessing,
many
longed
for
it,
many
waited
for,
many
wished
for
it,
many
wanted
to
buy
it,
many
researched
and
searched
for
it,
many
wanted
to
cure
it,
many
wanted
to
keep
it
still
and
stable.
Grayed
head
is
a
blessing
from
above.
A
child
can
run
fast,
but
not
faster
than
grayed
head
that
knows
the
path.
A
child
maybe
strong,
but
not
stronger
than
the
grayed
head
that
own
the
skill.
Grayed
head
is
time
spent,
thread
burnt
to
give
light
to
time
and
space.
If
you
decide
to
monitor
it,
you
would
waste
away,
if
you
decide
to
talk
it
down,
you
may
slide
and
slip
away,
if
you
desire
and
decide
to
fight
it,
you
may
flight
away
in
fear
and
fraud
away
like
flood.
Age
is
graceful,
time
is
warmly,
the
head
that
wears
the
crown
is
burdened
by
weight
of
grace
and
warmth.
The
rolling
stone
gathered
no
moss
but
the
head
gains
the
grays
of
years
and
times.
If
you
decide
to
monitor
it,
you
would
waste
away,
if
you
decide
to
talk
it
down,
you
may
slide
and
slip
away,
if
you
desire
and
decide
to
fight
it,
you
may
flight
away
in
fear
and
fraud
away
like
flood.
Respect
those
before
you,
honour
men
you
have
seen
it
all.
Men
who
have
ascended
to
great
heights
and
descended
to
abject
squalor.
They
have
seen
thick
smoke
of
battle
and
thin
smoke
of
a
cooking
pot.
You
cant
buy
such
experiences.
Grayed
head
maybe
close
to
grave,
but
it's
not
afraid
of
time
and
uncertain
leaps.
I
wished
you
escape
the
chains
of
sickness,
burden
of
pain,
crisis
of
health.
These
are
worms
that
eat
up
the
arrogance
of
youthfulness.
Stay
humble
and
respectful.
My
friend,
learn
from
the
wise,
work
with
the
learned,
sleep
with
patience,
grow
with
knowledge,
stay
tune
with
respect
and
time
would
crowns
you
a
king.
You
may
have
the
strength,
that's
great.
You
may
have
speed,
no
problem.
You
may
have
the
idea,
all
the
same.
But,
you
have'nt
seen
enough
years
of
tears
and
wears.
Respect
your
senior.
If
you
decide
to
monitor
it,
you
would
waste
away,
if
you
decide
to
talk
it
down,
you
may
slide
and
slip
away,
if
you
desire
and
decide
to
fight
it,
you
may
flight
away
in
fear
and
fraud
away
like
flood.
Money
isnt
everything,
position
of
authority
is
no
cure
to
madness,
poetry
is
no
poison,
power
is
no
fool.
Tread
carefully,
my
friend.
Many
have
walked
through
this
aisle,
many
have
stood
in
that
very
soil
and
many
have
considered
worthy
of
honour
and
not
arrogance.
Choose
your
next
word
carefully,
it
could
be
your
last.
Arrogance
of
words,
show
one
thing-lack
of
wisdom.
Walk
like
a
noble,
it's
graceful,
talk
like
a
king,
it's
wise,
act
like
a
father,
it's
a
blessing.