Growing Pains - Deas Vail

What’s a name

When in the darkness we all look the same?

Holding candles looking for the flame

For the fire to chase the night away

As we wait for daylight to break

What is life kept to ourselves?

Careful words composed?

It’s a book upon the shelf

Its story never told

We are frames

Chasing photos of our happier days

Clinging to the ones they can’t erase

Going on to find that perfect place

Where we can love each other

We can find each other

We can shape the world again

What is life kept to ourselves?

Careful words composed?

It’s a book upon the shelf

Its story never told

Pages turn and then unfold

To show us where we’ve been

As the signs along the road

To lead us home again

I feel like I am turned inside out

I’ve come so far I can’t turn around

But I don’t know the next steps to take

'Cause all you left were me and the growing pains

What is life kept to ourselves?

Careful words composed?

It’s a book upon the shelf

Its story never told

Pages turn and then unfold

To show us where we’ve been

As the signs along the road

To lead us home again