I once read a story
About a world full of love
Of freedom and glory
As seen through the eyes of a child

We learned to believe
That the earth was all
Ocean and ground
Though we were soon to see
That there wasn't
Enough to go 'round

I saw words and wars
Though my books had told me
My life would be one long song
Man make laws
Although laws make man
So uncertain
So uncertain what's right
And what's wrong

Confused without reason
Stumbling helplessly day by day
It was all so deceiving
For that child was me
And I can't find the book anymore

For that child was me
And I can't find the book anymore