Since the dawn of time

Man has searched far and wide in vain

The mythical fountain of youth has always slipped his grasp

Much to his disdain

Leaving no rock or leaf unturned

Over every continent his search has ended the same

Yet time and again rumor of new-found youth

Sets his greed and lust to flowing

Centuries have come and gone

Still men scurry around the earth never knowing

The solution to all of his problems

Are revealed when looked at deep within

The fountain of youth has always been under his nose

It’s God’s sacred gift to all women

Life is conceived, nurtured and cultivated

From the womb of man’s help-mate

But man has long been blinded

Through the twisted reflection of his own self-hate