Growing Paroles

Not Ashes of our destruction

Finally trusting his blinded mind
Counting the days of his life

The little manchild turns into a man
And his mother is no longer there
To conduct his innocence
Through the beginning

A little note for our hope
Not Ashes of our destruction

Finally trusting his blinded mind
Counting the days of his life

So I sing this song
For the meaning of his life
So I play my life
Just how the song must be Counting the days of his life