# #*tuned half step down* # verse#2 Why do so many suffer Oppressed to the end of time Why does freedom move so slowly Unable to speak its mind Some say it's a circle Others think we live on a wing Why are promises broken And some think life don't mean a thing chorus verse#3 I hope you can be a child of life With big dreams for everyone And know that dying's as natural as birth And our troubles here, they don't last long I have worried about many things Most of which did not come to pass I (chordiearchive.chordie.com)
