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