A warm and comforting light amidst the darkness.
Things are happening, people are marching, filling every city square
I try to blend in to find myself among them, but I'm lost somewhere
There's a tragic beauty in the way they move like birds out there
I wake up hoping it was just a nightmare that I dreamed
There's a voice of peace that lights my road
A kid in me that never grows old
A lot of things to be upset about when seeing what goes on
but I got enough anxieties to handle on my own
The garden needs my tending and my woman needs me to lean on
I'm not that strong but still I hope that I'll survive the coming storm
'Cause there's a voice of peace that lights my road
A kid in me that never grows old
And it hurts like hell
When I can't hear his voice
It's a fire that burns
Through my body and soul
And it hurts like hell
When I can't hear his voice
There's a kid in me
And he never grows old
No he never grows old.
