A young boy lost in the ways of Man,
Easily etched by the excitement of enlightenment
In the lair of the lions, he decides to try his hand.
He rolls everything and loses it all, lets the cards fall –
Only once,
He lets the cards fold –
Only twice,
With everything on the table, he stands tall…
And he pays the price.
A young boy with pearls in his shoes,
The world cupped in the palm of his hand,
Yet unsure of the path he should choose,
Can no one understand?
What it means to be a young boy, lost in the ways of Man.
At the realization of trouble, he drops to his knees doubled,
Over in blinding pain, looking puzzled, with his head cuddled.
A young boy lost in the ways of man, stressed and struggled.
With so many demands, he sees life as a hopeless sham.
He wanders, looking for signs,
Seeing no escape, he goes to the bridge’s pier,
Ready to leave the ledge and the world behind.
The wind in his ear, the image is clear,
He sees his death drawing ever near.
A young boy with pearls in his shoes,
The world cupped in the palm of his hand,
Yet unsure of the path he should choose,
Can no one understand?
What it means to be a young boy, lost in the ways of Man.
But in the silence, he hears cackling, laughing,
Turns around to see a tiny bird calling loudly.
On the ground, the lone bird stood, unable to fly,
Unable to take to the sky, unable to take flight –
Unable to soar to a new height.
At the sight she stands for a while and smiles in ironic delight.
Finding a joy once missing, he stops,
Seeing a new vision, and an end to his prison.
Before him, the open sea turns into crowd –
The pier becomes a stage and he raises his voice aloud.
He preaches, and, reaches each and every member of the flock –
Every chipped block, every heart trapped behind iron locks.
A rekindled fire in his eyes as the bird takes to the skies.
An old life shed, a new hope found,
In the skies beyond this hollow ground,
A joy beyond the endless demands,
A reality beyond the hopeless sham…
Can no one understand?
What it means to be a young boy –
To be a young boy lost in the ways of Man.
A young boy with pearls in his shoes,
The world cupped in the palm of his hand,
Yet unsure of the path he should choose,
Can no one understand?
What it means to be a young boy, lost in the ways of Man.
Oh, Doesn't anyone understand?
Oh, to be lost in this confusing array?
It isn't easy to pave your way,
From this hollow ground, alone,
Disoriented and not yet grown,
Lost in the harsh ways of Man,
Oh, Let me know if you understand.
Oh, to be a young boy, lost in these very unforgiving,
I said very harsh ways of Man.
Written by Fatal Dawn
From Hollow Ground (Lost in the Ways of Man)
Easily etched by the excitement of enlightenment
In the lair of the lions, he decides to try his hand.
He rolls everything and loses it all, lets the cards fall –
Only once,
He lets the cards fold –
Only twice,
With everything on the table, he stands tall…
And he pays the price.
A young boy with pearls in his shoes,
The world cupped in the palm of his hand,
Yet unsure of the path he should choose,
Can no one understand?
What it means to be a young boy, lost in the ways of Man.
At the realization of trouble, he drops to his knees doubled,
Over in blinding pain, looking puzzled, with his head cuddled.
A young boy lost in the ways of man, stressed and struggled.
With so many demands, he sees life as a hopeless sham.
He wanders, looking for signs,
Seeing no escape, he goes to the bridge’s pier,
Ready to leave the ledge and the world behind.
The wind in his ear, the image is clear,
He sees his death drawing ever near.
A young boy with pearls in his shoes,
The world cupped in the palm of his hand,
Yet unsure of the path he should choose,
Can no one understand?
What it means to be a young boy, lost in the ways of Man.
But in the silence, he hears cackling, laughing,
Turns around to see a tiny bird calling loudly.
On the ground, the lone bird stood, unable to fly,
Unable to take to the sky, unable to take flight –
Unable to soar to a new height.
At the sight she stands for a while and smiles in ironic delight.
Finding a joy once missing, he stops,
Seeing a new vision, and an end to his prison.
Before him, the open sea turns into crowd –
The pier becomes a stage and he raises his voice aloud.
He preaches, and, reaches each and every member of the flock –
Every chipped block, every heart trapped behind iron locks.
A rekindled fire in his eyes as the bird takes to the skies.
An old life shed, a new hope found,
In the skies beyond this hollow ground,
A joy beyond the endless demands,
A reality beyond the hopeless sham…
Can no one understand?
What it means to be a young boy –
To be a young boy lost in the ways of Man.
A young boy with pearls in his shoes,
The world cupped in the palm of his hand,
Yet unsure of the path he should choose,
Can no one understand?
What it means to be a young boy, lost in the ways of Man.
Oh, Doesn't anyone understand?
Oh, to be lost in this confusing array?
It isn't easy to pave your way,
From this hollow ground, alone,
Disoriented and not yet grown,
Lost in the harsh ways of Man,
Oh, Let me know if you understand.
Oh, to be a young boy, lost in these very unforgiving,
I said very harsh ways of Man.
Written by Fatal Dawn
From Hollow Ground (Lost in the Ways of Man)
