I've heard how some people have said that I've changed That I'm not what I was how it really is a shame The thoughts in their heads manifest on their brow Like bad scars from ill feelings they themselves arouse So hateful of anyone that is happy or free They live all their lives without looking to see The light that has lighted the world                                            It's funny how people just won't accept change As if nature itself they'd prefer re-arranged So hard to move on when you're down in a hole Where there's so little chance to experience soul I'm grateful to anyone that is happy or free For giving me hope while I'm looking to see The light that has lighted the world