I was born to this world not a moment too soon, for paradise was near, I'd be spared comming doom.
They said I was a sinner, was born weak and bad, even though I was only, a wee little lad.
I wasn't a liar, I did no one harm, but I always felt lacking, others twisting my arm.
My Father too listened, thought it kinda' made sense, they said God would soon kill him, cause' he sat on the fence.
I tossed and I turned at night in my bed, with fear of tribulation and torture and dread.
I wanted to live and make this God glad, but how could I love the one, who would kill my own Dad?
I grew up so worried, the sparkle of youth was rubbed off, they taught me to judge they taught me to scoff.
But as I grew older I learned to be true, to that little boys voice cause' somehow he knew,
one day I'd discover, what I'd known all along, the things they had taught me as truth, were quite wrong.
At first I was angry, sort of lost and afraid, cause' where would I go, if from them I strayed?
Their backs they have turned now, though I've done nothing wrong, I've discovered first hand what it means to be strong.
I'm learnng new skills and I finally do see, that it's never too late to set your mind free.
