Dez

Those who are born early
Learn that life is not a bed of roses
Those who are born early
Early reap what they sow
Those who burn their fingers
Soon learn not to play with fire
Those who lick their fingers
Bite their lips in admiration

Those who give me peace
Also take away my peace
Those who have my time
Also invade my sleep
Those who see my fears
Know that I was born early
And those who have my truth
Know that in truth I wanted to be with you
You being well
Everything is fine

Those who are born early
Pay for their mistakes
Those who fear time
Fear the passing of time
Those who came early
Came to pass the time
For those who are afraid
Fear passes with the wind

Those who give me peace
Also take away my peace
Those who have my time
Also invade my sleep
Those who see my fears
Know that I was born early
And those who have my truth
Know that in truth I wanted to be with you
You being well
Everything is fine