The fire in these eyes they flair and fade, and move just as they may It’s warm and its cold each passing day, and mute the thing I want to say Why do I do just what I hate, and cast my joy away I’m weak I’m strong, don’t know where I belong, and all in a single day See the poor man arising, let the weak say I’m strong Let the Orphan rise up, and know where they belong Let the shadows within me, go running in fear At their apocalypse coming, the son of man drawing near Come traveler by, hear what I say And let me not delay, the grass it whithers, the flower fades My joy and my pain the same See the poor man arising, let the weak say I’m strong Let the Orphan rise up, and know where they belong Let the shadows within me, go running in fear At their apocalypse coming, the son of man drawing near Come traveler by, hear what I say And let me not delay, the grass it whithers, the flower fades My joy and my pain The same