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Once I was a boy, an innocent to life and my role in it, |
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This world played my game, and anyone a clown or foil for |
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myself |
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The harmless affairs, and no-one seemed to care for any |
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meaning |
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My life was my own, The debt I paid, I paid it only to |
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myself |
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The unseeing youth, how can it be so shallow and short- |
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sighted |
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These years passed me by, to realise the folly of these unripe |
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years |
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Now I am a man, I realise |
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My unworldly sins pained many lives |
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Yet I heard, heard with ears that wouldn't listen |
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And still I watched and I saw with blinkered eyes |
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But with age the conscience slowly dawns and bonds of |
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duty gently tied |
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All my sins, seen through now there is experience and |
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recollecting act in virgin guise. |
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Master inner voices, making the choices |
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Once I could rebel and consequences then had no reflection |
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And I am a man, And I am bound by adult age discretion |
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now |
