Ageing Child

**(Ethereal Guitar Instrumental Intro)** *(A haunting, clean electric guitar with flanger, chorus, tape echo, and deep plate reverb effects sets a reflective tone, gently leading into the story of life’s journey.)* **(Verse 1)** Sweet child, just beginning to grow, With eyes wide open, seeing all there is to know, The world is bright, the days are long, Every step forward feels so strong. **(Chorus)** (slow voice whisper) oh child oh child The path of life, it’s yours to find, From the fields of youth, to the hills ahead, Every moment’s a thread in the life you've led. **(Verse 2)** As the years roll by, you’re finding your way, Through the trials of life, and the games you play, In the prime of youth, the world’s your stage, Writing your story on every page. **(Chorus)** (slow voice whisper) oh child oh child The path of life, it’s yours to find, From the fields of youth, to the hills ahead, Every moment’s a thread in the life you've led. **(Instrumental - Ethereal Chorus and Deep Spring Reverb Guitar)** *(The ethereal chorus swells softly, with a deep spring reverb guitar carrying a bittersweet tone, as the journey starts to shift into reflection.)* **(Verse 3 - Mood Shift)** Now the years have flown, the days grow cold, With every turn, you feel a little more old, Memories like shadows, they start to fade, And the future looms with its quiet parade. **(Chorus - Somber)** (slow voice) oh man oh man The years behind, now hard to find, From the peaks of youth, to the twilight’s end, Every moment’s a whisper, a life to defend. **(Verse 4)** With the twilight near, and the night’s embrace, You look back on life, every joy, every trace, What’s ahead is unknown, but the past is clear, In the silent night, you confront your fear. **(Chorus - Somber)** (slow voice) oh man oh man The years behind, now hard to find, From the peaks of youth, to the twilight’s end, Every moment’s a whisper, a life to defend. **(Outro - Fade Out Ethereal Synth Pad Instrumental)** *(The song fades out with a soft, ethereal synth pad, echoing the quiet reflections of a life well-lived, drifting into the stillness of the unknown future.)*