(Dickinson)



Here, in a church, a small boy is kneeling

He prays to a god he does not know, he cannot feel

All of his sins of childhood he will remember

He will not cry, tears he will not cry



Man of sorrows, I won't see your face

Man of sorrows, you left without a trace

His small boy wonders, what was it all about?

Is your journey over - has it just begun?



Vision of a new world from the ashes of the old

"Do what thou wilt!", he screams from his cursed soul

A tortured seer, a prophet of our emptiness

Wondering why, wondering why...



Man of sorrows, I won't see your face (I won't see your face)

Man of sorrows, you left without a trace

His small boy wonders, what was it all about?

Is your journey over - has it just begun?



A man of sorrows, wrecked

With thoughts that dare not speak their name

Trapped inside a body, made to feel only guilt and shame

His anger all his life - "I hate myself!", he cried

"Do what thou wilt!"

"Do what thou wilt!", he cried



Man of sorrows, I won't see your face (I won't see your face)

Man of sorrows, you left without a trace (left without a trace)

His small boy wonders, what was it all about?

Is your journey over - has it just begun?



Man of sorrows, I won't see your face (I won't see your face)

Man of sorrows, you left without a trace (left without a trace)

His small boy wonders, what was it all about?

Is your journey over - has it just begun?

Has it just begun?