A clutter of confusion
 Too little rectitude to hold
 a moral absolute
 Too much distinction to relate to them
 Irresolutions we contemplate with no end
 In this world of give and take
 And what we refer to as maturity
 from emotional need to technology
 has you, a cultured seed of your society,
 lacking ability to feel clemency
 I'm surprized we still
 bleed into the abyss of despair
 that's hiding the child
 Compassion you would not dare
 admit to have experienced
 Do you regret looking back?
 A penitent confessing his sins
 The child inside of me recalls a time of purity,
 an outlook of release
 You remember
 Confident that you were able
 A future laid out on your table
 Running through memories
 a child is free
 The world restored you see
 I see
 The child inside of me