I was newly born   When I first reached out my heart   And my hand was always there to drag around   I was duely formed   By the hand that sculptured life   But the path you’ve chosen   The words you’ve spoken are…       There’ll be a tale left to tell   There’ll be a family to sell   And there’ll be a brother that you lost   Lying unconscious in the well   There’ll be a guitar untuned   There’ll be a castle in ruins   There was a white rose in bloom   But there’ll be a black flag waving over your room      I wanted you   You wanted to   Live life apart   And you lost my heart   On the day you went away      I want a friend   You want the end   You severed ties   So I closed my eyes   On the day you went away      I was misinformed   By a card when I was born   That wrote to me with hands that weren’t mature   I thought I was protected   But instead I’d been neglected   By the one I wanted   I’m now haunted by       There’ll be a family in tears   There’ll be a wasted 7 years   There’ll be a broken relationship   With everyone of your peers   There’ll be a newsflash ‘STAY TUNED’   There’ll be a roll call coming soon   There was a white rose in bloom   But there’ll be a black flag waving over your room