From the womb springs a child
Lodged in this world of love and hate
Sanity and insanity
For me what in this world awaits
The cliff at the end of the lion's gate
Shadows of my past I leave behind
Those masked in the darkness of drink
For my Father did the bottle only think
Do you hear a painful cry in the night?
"Master be there to heal my pain!"
Dying sobs of children--the sound of falling rain
I must move on create my own world
Bow and pray the flag unfurled
A man of my own leave no regrets
That the love of bottle drove my Father insane
My own doings I can remove the stain
In that much my birth was not in vain