A Child - Claire Denamur
Written by:Claire Denamur
Since
I was a child
I've been told
That the sun
Always shines
Shines shines shines
After the rain
Since I was a child
I've been told
That cruel things
Never goes
Goes goes goes
Unpaid
Well I've tasted the rain
And I've caused much pain
In this life you do and earn
But you burn
You burn
You burn
Since
I was a child
I've been told
That good men
Sometimes hurt
Hurt hurt hurt
For no reason
Since
I was a child
I've been told
That the gold
Makes the joy
The joy
The joy
The joy
Of men
Well I've hurt good men cry
And in the gold
I've found the light
In this life you try to earn
But you burn
You burn
You burn
Since
I was a child
I've been told
That the grace
Lives on
And on
And on
On
Forever
Since
I was a child
I've been told
That the hurt
With time
Time time time
Get's better
I like no stories are the break
And my heart can mantain many ways
In this life
Oh you may hurt
You still hurt
You hurt
You hurt