It’s ironic considerate rarity patron of love higher knowledge
Engulfs me ’cause the blast of fate a lesson to my eyes concerned and
Overwhelmed theirs were of fear and i am feelin so empty inside and
Yet it bruns so akward this time it’s something with my pride lies i
Cannot hide my true side and maybe in distress i can still come out
Laughing that’s the way i am this little boy proud of helping those
In need but he’s not me but just maybe he could be i can see it now
Because i am a hero to his eyes temporarily blind this immature kid a
