I've heard how some people, have said
That I've changed
That I'm not what I was
How it really is a shame
The thoughts in their heads
Manifest on their brow
Like bad scars from ill feelings
They themselves arouse
So hateful of anyone that is happy or free
They live all their lives
Without looking to see
The light that has lighted the world

It's funny how people, just won't
Accept change
As if nature itself - they'd prefer
Re-arranged
So hard to move on
When you're down in a hole
Where there's so little chance
To experience soul

I'm greatful to anyone
That is happy or free
For giving me hope
While I'm looking to see

The light that has lighted the world