Texty: Kiss. The Elder. Just A Boy.

Who steers the ship through the stormy sea?
If hope is lost then so are we
While some eyes search for one to guide us
Some are staring at me

But I'm no hero though I wish I could be
For I am just a boy too young to be sailing
I am just a boy and my future is unveiling
And I'm so frightened of failing

While some eyes search for one to guide us
Some are staring at me

But I'm no hero though I wish I could be
For I am just a boy too young to be sailing
I am just a boy and my future is unveiling
And I'm so frightened of failing