Wilt

My presence fading, what I was is not
I'll weaken in several ways
What remains is bleek
Continuance I seek
Compare it to better days

And struggle to stay beautiful
I’m losing the strenth from my roots
There's nothing left to hold on to and soon I'll see less

Consumate with what’s left to leave a chance to grow up thru thick muddy soil
Let it all bend or stiffen up and break, if only the sun would shine through

And struggle to stay beautiful
I'm losing the strenth from my roots
There's nothing left to hold on to and soon I'll see less

But choice is what decides all our lives
Both in the end (and) beginning of time
Of all that sparks interest in our minds
Electric flow of the measurable

I struggle to stay beautiful
I'm losing the strenth from my roots
There's nothing left to hold on to and soon I'll see less

But choice is what decides all our lives
Both in the end (and) beginning of time
Of all that sparks interest in our minds
Electric flow of the measurable

You'll see it all in glassy eyes
It all right, it’s so right, it’s all right