A little Manchild crawling

With his mother beside him

Conducting the innocence

Through the beginning



A little note for our hope

Not Ashes of our destruction



Finally trusting his blinded mind

Couting the days of his life



The little manchild turns into a man

And his mother is no longer there

To conduct his innocence

Through the beginning



A little note for our hope

Not Ashes of our destruction



Finally trusting his blinded mind

Couting the days of his life



So i sing this song

For the meaninh of his life

So i play my life

Just how the song must be



Finally trusting his blinded mind

Couting the days of his life

Finally trusting his blinded mind

Couting the days of his life