I know you don't know me
There is no reason you should.
But I've a story to tell you,
If this time is good.
I'd like to sing you a story,
Of a life that I Live.
Please sing along,
If your thoughts you can give.
KNOWING LAUGHTER.
KNOWING TEARS.
KNOWING MYSELF.
I AM FACING MY FEARS.
And . . .
I am QUESTING for KNOWLEDGE.
I am QUESTING for LOVE.
I am QUESTING for something,
I have ALWAYS DREAMED OF.
While . . .
I'm just doing time,
In this self-imposed hell.
Still repairing the damages done,
By those things I won't tell.
They have taunted my days,
With silent screams.
Then when I slept,
They invaded my dreams.
The damage was done,
By those things I won't say.
So I'm learning through time,
To cherish the play.
And . . .
As I am QUESTING for KNOWLEDGE.
As I am QUESTING for LOVE.
As I am QUESTING for something,
I have ALWAYS DREAMED OF.
While . . .
KNOWING LAUGTHER.
KNOWING TEARS.
KNOWING MYSELF.
I HAVE FACED MY FEARS.
Now . . .
I know you don't know me,
There is no reason you would.
But I see something in you
That tells me we should.
When you sing me a story,
of a life that you give.
And I'll sing along,
Through the times we will live.
And . . .
WE WILL KNOW LAUGHTER.
WE WILL KNOW TEARS.
WE WILL KNOW EACH OTHER.
WE WILL SHARE OUR FEARS.
While . . .
We are QUESTING for KNOWLEDGE.
As we QUESTED for LOVE.
We have QUESTED and FOUND,
What WE ALWAYS DREAMED OF.