I've heard how some people, have said that I've changed That I'm not what I was How it really is a shame The thoughts in their heads, Manifest on their brow Like bad scars from ill feelings they themselves arouse So hateful of anyone that is happy or 'free' They live all their lives, without looking to see The light that has lighted the world
It's funny how people, just won't accept change As if nature itself - they'd prefer re-arranged So hard to move on When you're down in a hole Where there's so little chance, to experience soul
I'm greatful to anyone, that is happy or 'free' for giving me hope while I'm looking to see
