A Child

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 seen 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
Forever