There was a time
When you were told
It doesn’t pay to be so bold
Do as you are told

So as you grow
Those words
Are stuck like glue
Stuck to you

And now you are grown
And you have reaped
That which you have sown
It is as you were told

Then suddenly you are old
And you know
They were wrong
So you become bold

Red doesn’t go with purple
But you wear it
You are too old
But you do it

Sad they say
What’s become of her
Second childhood
But you are old, becoming bold

Many of One