He is feeling a little bit tired
Of all these disguises he wears to conceal the truth
Sometimes you scream, sometimes you pray
Sometimes you pray,
There was this little child that used to crawl in the dark
And still had fun
Sometimes you scream, sometimes you pray
Sometimes you pray,
So long he's waited, he feels the wind blows him to his special fate
Hold on does he see?
And when you wake every morning breaks your heart
-sorrow and pain for you my love-