When I was younger

  I often wondered

  Just couldn’t know then

  What my life was to be

   
  Then I was older

  I was a soldier

  Led to the places

  That left me bereaved

  That left me bereaved


  What is the reason of all these things?

  What can be so hard to see?
   
  What is the reason of all these things?

  How it left it’s mark on me


   
  Came home a stranger

  Consumed by anger

  Of a world that had left me all on my own

  How could I know?

   
  So then I drifted

  But never fitted into a life that I’d call my own

  That I’d call my own

   
  What is the reason of all these things?

  Whats so hard for me to see?
   
  What is the reason of all these things?

  To be the man I want to be


   








   
  With years it lifted

  And I could listen

  I was not hopeless

  As I once thought to be

  That I thought to be


  So I slowly close the rift in me

  Breathing fresh the light of day
 
  Letting go of all the strains on me

  Forgiving what I must forgive

  Forgiving what I must forgive