The haunting face Of an old soul Of a tormented soul
The twisted mouth The eyes that are dry From crying so many more tears Than anyone should have to cry In any one lifetime The eyes ask "Why?" "Why me?" "Why now?" The eyes ask "Who?" "Who did this?" "Who will help me?" The eyes ask But there is no answer
For the haunting face Of an old soul Of a tormented soul
The face recedes To reveal the truth The eyes that are dry From crying so many more tears Than anyone should have to cry In any one lifetime Are the eyes of a mere infant A life just getting started In a badly battered body Bandages wrapped Around shoulders Where there used to be arms My soul cries out "Why?!" "Why him?!" "Why now?!" My soul cries out But receives no answer And has none to give
To the haunting face Of an old soul Of a tormented soul