I hear myself say the words, of how life's unfair
It's come to points where I don't care
Mine eyes have seen failure with no wins
Like a story told, by a child who does not know
Close your eyes and listen to the words of
wisdom from those:
Whose innocence has been torn
Tales told from days of old of now and then
A feeble cry, a tearing eye from now and then
No one knows or feels what I feels
I keep it hidden away
Its come to where I can't see
My spirit's weak, and my soul is cold
Like a story told by a child who does not know
Close your eyes and listen to the words of
wisdom from those:
Who's innocence was torn
Tales from days of old of now and then
A feeble cry, a tearing eye from now and Then