Whoever Doesn't Die Young Will Grow Old

Whoever doesn't die young will grow old And a crusty old heart can grow cold But if you're lucky something will make you cry And you won't even know why All that matters may have already been said So why strive so hard to get ahead, To look back and find it's all been for naught When what you want is to find what you sought? We like to think the old ones are wise Knowing the difference between truth and lies But that is not always the case Because wisdom is also a gift of grace And then there are those who still doubt They spend their days living without Without hope, without God in the world Like a flag having never been unfurled