A cry rang out inside the room,
A loving mother smiles,
A nervous dad is somewhere proud,
I’ve finally arrived.
Four years of frolic and childish bliss I’m told that I enjoyed,
The year to follow which was the fifth I became a child employed,
With the voice of a thousand angels, it made an old man cry,
So in concerts so crowded, I sang and they applauded,
But now I’m grown and I’m asking why?
Why can’t I pick a flower from the earth while walking through the park?
Without it being news in china before the day is dark?
Why can’t I befriend or love someone with out in the back of my head,
Having to dread the coming day they’ll lie about things I’ve said,
Is this the price I have to pay because of my golden gift?
A voice so pure never a note unsure,
It brought me much comfort and bliss,
But there must be a balance cause life demands so and we surely must comply,
So with that comfort and bliss, add a touch of sadness and lonely nights where I cry,
But I’m a man who’ve traveled this world and seen death in the eyes
In the eyes of Gods’ purest beings, those of an innocent child,
So yes I may have lost my childhood and there’s an empty space,
When the tongues of men may haunt me, I pray for amazing grace,
And at the end of each day I live I know that I am bless,
To help the helpless, be a voice for the voiceless
With this gift that I possess...
We love you Mike..
A loving mother smiles,
A nervous dad is somewhere proud,
I’ve finally arrived.
Four years of frolic and childish bliss I’m told that I enjoyed,
The year to follow which was the fifth I became a child employed,
With the voice of a thousand angels, it made an old man cry,
So in concerts so crowded, I sang and they applauded,
But now I’m grown and I’m asking why?
Why can’t I pick a flower from the earth while walking through the park?
Without it being news in china before the day is dark?
Why can’t I befriend or love someone with out in the back of my head,
Having to dread the coming day they’ll lie about things I’ve said,
Is this the price I have to pay because of my golden gift?
A voice so pure never a note unsure,
It brought me much comfort and bliss,
But there must be a balance cause life demands so and we surely must comply,
So with that comfort and bliss, add a touch of sadness and lonely nights where I cry,
But I’m a man who’ve traveled this world and seen death in the eyes
In the eyes of Gods’ purest beings, those of an innocent child,
So yes I may have lost my childhood and there’s an empty space,
When the tongues of men may haunt me, I pray for amazing grace,
And at the end of each day I live I know that I am bless,
To help the helpless, be a voice for the voiceless
With this gift that I possess...
We love you Mike..