Young hearts full of art and worry
You don't need to hurry--but you must continue
Do not let the message within you fall on deaf ears
Keep your hands moving 'till the truth appears

You will not be forgotten
Even if you grow rotten through, you still have a truth to speak to
And those who need you to be proof
That they too can still move and make something new

Young hearts full of art and worry
You don't need to hurry--but you must continue
Do not let the message within you fall on deaf ears
Keep your hands moving 'till the truth appears

This is only the start
Of something which never ends or gets less hard
Yet every part will be worth it in moments
When you look back and see how much you've grown into who you are

And the memories blot each page
Demarcations of the ways you've aged
Not all of which you wanted to see
But without each of which you could not be
And even as your heart breaks
Taking tallies of all of the mistakes
You can say, at the very least
You weren't afraid to try and make something

Young hearts full of art and worry
You don't need to hurry--but you must continue
Do not let the message within you fall on deaf ears
Keep your hands moving 'till the truth appears
Embrace the fears and scream them
If the tears are fake, then make me believe them
If the pain is real, inflict it on me
So I can see the world for what it should be

If you can't believe in yourself, then believe in me
Who believes in you, until the day that you can too
And if you need proof that someone needs you
Flood the world with your words 'till the signal cuts back through
And never stop or you will never know
'Cause you cannot grow if you throw in the towel and go home
You must hammer it down to the bone
"This is what I am, and I will be known!"

Young hearts full of art and worry
You don't need to hurry--but you must continue
Do not let the message within you fall on deaf ears
Keep your hands moving 'till the truth appears