Tomorrow used to seem so bright,
vague promises of joy to come.
I lived as through a child's delight
when in truth I was deaf and dumb.
Blind to the realities of life,
forces so harsh and so cruel,
and I could not see that strife;
in my innocence I was a fool.
And now the knowing hurts me so,
understanding of the pain and wrong,
and the bleakness of tomorrow,
the sorrows that last for so long.
So maybe I was wrong then,
to believe that the world was good;
while I see the pains all over again,
I'd return to my innocence if I could