A Child - Claire Denamur

Since i was a child

I’ve been told

That the sun always shines, shines, shines, shines

After the rain

Since I was a child

I’ve been told

That cruel things

Never goes, goes goes goes unpaid

Well I’ve tasted the rain

And I’ve caused much pain

In this life you do and earn

But you burn, you burn, you burn

Since I was a child

I’ve been told

That good men

Sometimes hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt,

For no reason

Since I was a child

I’ve been told

That the gold

Makes the joy, the joy, the joy, the joy

Of men

Well I seen good men cry

And in the gold

I’ve found the light

In this life you try to earn

But you burn, you burn, you burn

Since I was a child

I’ve been told

That the grace

Lives on and on and on

forever