I am 13. Born 23. In my late 60s.
Old soul. Old soul.
They call
I speak my truth
But not always mine
I transform
I am the holder of knowledge
With so much to learn

Old soul. Old soul.
I hear
When I speak your truths
Crazy that I can see what you hide in the darkest corners
You say I do not look my age
Yes looks deceive
But words can too
How am I so down to earth with my head in the clouds?

Old soul. Old soul.
They say
I hold my youth in one hand and my ancestors’ visions in another
To translate my mind into something you can understand
Yes, I am 13
Looks deceive
But words can too

Old soul. Old soul.
You say
Yet too young to understand this world
But no one really does
So I take time to observe
You and me
Because looks deceive
But words can too