Some are fond of now, and otheres hate it Some are fond of past, and otheres hate it Some are young, some are old We lives our life the way we want There is something awkward about them There is something lacking in balance about them It seems they dislike a quiet life They got something on their mind
At times I picture their lives It seems they struggle on their way It pierces my heart, it pierces my heart, and it stirs my blood At times I picture their words I sense solice within their hearts It pierces my heart, it pierces my heart, and I step forward
As the sky clears up and coulds over, so we find and lose our way As many things change, so they learn on the way There is something awkward about them There is something lacking in balance about them It seems they dislike a quiet life They got something on their mind
At times I picture their lives It seems they struggle on their way It pierces my heart, it pierces my heart, and it stirs my blood At times I picture their words I sense solice within their hearts It pierces my heart, it pierces my heart, and I step forward
Oh, Will I part from them, someday Oh, Will they part from me, someday
At times I picture their lives It seems they struggle on their way It pierces my heart, it pierces my heart, and it stirs my blood At times I picture their words I sense solice within their hearts It pierces my heart, it pierces my heart, and I step forward
Every time I see them, I feel encouraged Something inside me is moved by the people around me
At times I picture their lives I see them struggle on their way It pierces my heart It pierces my heart
