Father, I know now
Your life been stretched too long
Across paper, torn and crumpled
Was drawn the garden that we've sown

You Made me so damn happy
Wanting to follow you around
But leading a cast of clowns
How could you expect me 
to worship your name

Father I know now 
Its etched to deep in sand
Im sorry...so sorry
I couldn't wipe it with my hand

So unhappy 
You made the sky come down 
Father I smile
Wings have stretched to the sky 

When I looked up at the heavens
I'll see your face in the stars at night

Again you made me happy!
The stage has been turned down
The clowns have lost their crowd
Now sleep wewll and sound

Quietly rest....