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

Counting 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

Counting the days of his life

So I sing this song

For the meaning of his life

So I play my life

Just how the song must be

Finally trusting his blinded mind

Counting the days of his life

Finally trusting his blinded mind

Counting the days of his life