The age of ours
When we are not young
When we are no old
We are somewhere in there.

It is the evening
There is some light
There is some darkness
And that line that divides them

There is fear
There is desire
There is uncertainty
Yet there is hope

The age is reckless
It is passionate
It is impulsive
Yet so helpless

The air is confused
It's gets mixed up
Whom should they listen
Themselves or others

There are some ideals
There are some principles
A small world of their own
They have created inside them

Who knows what will happen
Today will be gone
Who knows what will remain
Or what will become of them