I see a dream, In which I fit no more, A dream which fulfills my longing, The desire for be... I see a dream, In which I fit no more, A dream which fulfills my longing, ...

The poem is about the lost child. The poem is about the lost child.

In a crowd, you can't pick out the child's mind screaming so loud, In a crowd, you can't pick out the child's mind screaming so loud,

I sat there with my palms sweating I sat there with my palms sweating

Pain in the heart, deep in the words All that was there, all that was fair All that w Pain in the heart, deep in the words All that was there, all that was fair ...

When no pain, regret, or hatred fills your soul, When no pain, regret, or hatred fills your soul,