It's strange how things come about...
If you wrote a book,
who'd believe it's true?
If God moves in mysterious ways
and it's all foretold,
then what is up to you?
Questions upon questions
and who do you believe
when i've been taught to only know
that which i can see?
I'm just trying to find some peace
but it isn't easy
Every time i think i know the Truth,
somebody smiles and me and says,
"Ah, the innocence of Youth"...
It's funny how people think of you
What is it they see,
what face do you wear?
Always felt so childish,
when will i grow up?
though i think it isn't fair
Changes upon changes,
Butterfly may you be
but what changes will you make
if you don't like what you see?
I'm just trying to find some peace
but it isn't easy
Every time i think i know the Truth,
somebody smiles and me and says,
"Ah, the innocence of Youth"...
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