If I think like a child

And ignore what is mine

Will I find you hear with me



If I'm guided through the crowd

And I touch and feel your power

Will you find me at your feet



What is time to me

I can't hear a thing



But I always find the pain I have will Echo

But I always find the pain I have will Echo



Now I write, all my words

And you take what you prefer

And rehearse till your fingers bleed



If I do what must be done

And the masses move as one

Will they trample me beneath, their feet