50.

Stumbled across this old tune that I wrote for my mom for her 50th birthday party. I was/am torn between two titles, "50" and "The Blink." Not sure whether I'll record it.

Age, it's just a distraction

Well, what is your passion?

Pursue without fear

And rage, why does it come easy?

Do you see what I see

when you look in the mirror?

Well, some run away when they're 50

Just scared that it's true

You could run away, yeah, you're 50

But that's not like you

I doubt, you didn't want to stay young

But I'm here as your son

Who can't picture life

Without your warmth and your patience

And yours saw the changes

To a mother and wife

Well, some run away when they're 50

Just scared that it's true

You could run away, yeah, you're 50

But that's not like you

As human's we pretend and disagree

But life on earth is just a blink of eternity

Well, some run away when they're 50

Just scared that it's true

You could run away, yeah, you're 50

But that's not like you

Don't blink 'cause the world moves too fast