Father, I know your life's been stretched too long

Across paper torn and crumpled

Was drawn the garden that we've sown

You made So damn happy

Wanting to fallow you around

But leading a cast of clowns

How could you expect me

To worship your name

Father, I know now

It's etched too deep in sand

I'm sorry...so so sorry

I couldn't wipe it with my hands

You made me, you made me

You made me so Unhappy

You made the sky come down

Father, I smile

Wings have stretched to the sky

When i look up at the heavens

I'll see your face in the stars at night

Again you made happy!

The stage has been turned down

The clowns have lost their crowd

Now just sleep well and sound

Quietly rest...