it was the little page
containing all my rage
i sang it so sweetly
it fathered misery
i can't express whats going on
everything i say is wrong
knowledge shines so purely
it isnt mine surely
beauty dont belong to me
i grope so innocently
and i feel all eternity
trapped inside of me
i met a wrinkled sage
quite ripened with age
he had the wisdom of spice
he said to sacrifice
he said "all we have is not enough
all we've got is way too much,
all we need is love and peace,
or we die unhappy...
and if we find someone to love,
then we'll be so far above
and if i want to be free,
i have to look inside of me..."
it was the last of my days
i walked out of the maze
finally in the end
my life begins
