A tear from a boy.
Will he be proud to wave
A boy alone in his mind he looks to the
Too much time, too many eyes.
Too many promises, too many
Can you take the pain away?
Could you dry my eyes?
(Take
Innocence, I began, youth my direction.
Ignorance, love in my heart,
A dream was born one day long ago.
One man's fight
Looking out my window, I see Hell.
Looking out my window,
God bless the child who has his own.
But all creation
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