Exhausted with the world
Sick of feeling their pain
They cry, they mourn
For the suffering they brought upon themselves
They shake their fists in anger at God
The one they denied existance
All of a sudden hes becomes real
Now they have someone to blame
Turning from station to station
Reading each page
Seeing through the eyes of an old woman
This young child looks at the sin of the world
She mourns for them, she crys for their wounds,
Their destructive desires
Barely taken her first steps, she has learnt to recognise the face of pain
But instead of shaking her fists, and having a tantrum
As you would expect from a child
She asks her father to help them, to call them
To become children again
And see the world through his eyes
Sick of feeling their pain
They cry, they mourn
For the suffering they brought upon themselves
They shake their fists in anger at God
The one they denied existance
All of a sudden hes becomes real
Now they have someone to blame
Turning from station to station
Reading each page
Seeing through the eyes of an old woman
This young child looks at the sin of the world
She mourns for them, she crys for their wounds,
Their destructive desires
Barely taken her first steps, she has learnt to recognise the face of pain
But instead of shaking her fists, and having a tantrum
As you would expect from a child
She asks her father to help them, to call them
To become children again
And see the world through his eyes
