Things must change

The grey haired man has blocked the road

He does not see his ways are old

And though he stands there tall and bold

His eyes are black, his shoulders cold

His days are past, his songs been sung

His molds been cast, His picture hung

Don't share ideas, must hold your tongue

He sees no room here for the young

He seems so sure his way is right

He's blind to other roads in sight

He cast his gloom with all his might

But for the youth the futures bright

The elder man holds his control 

To pass his road there is a toll

Stuck In his past, he's hides his soul

His beating hearts turned black as coal

The children play, he hears them laugh

It only darkens his deep wrath

The grey haired mans stuck in his past

The youth must now blaze our new path.