Baby is born   Pricked by a thorn,   Once pure, no more   Drip trickle, drip trickle,   Dripping slowly dry   My poor baby slowly shriveled dry      After each of us are born   We slowly become worn and torn   With each moment withered more   Until a time we are no more      Angel so pure   So easily tempted and lured   Drip trickle drip,   Drip trickle dripping slowly dry   My poor angel slowly withered dry      After each of us are born   We slowly become worn and torn   With each moment withered more   Until a time we are no more   How I've tried to pull this thorn,   Open my eyes and cure the flaw   When you try to become pure   You realize you're nothing more   Then a flaw