Precious

Precious
I've seen so many lands And sailed over the seven oceans I've talked to hundreds of men And always felt the same emotion I've shaken so many hands And all were waiting for salvation I've tried to understand But still I can't fell being grown

* The more things are uncommon The more we consider them Is your sadness so rare, You spend much time moaning? What are you looking for?

I'm tired of listening to The words of those complaining people I see you're bored too But always seek some other trouble You stay unsatisfied But this fills you insipid life I've tried to understand But nothing's been found at the end

* The more things are uncommon The more we consider them Is your sadness so rare, You spend many years moaning? What are you looking for?

Define as you walk your way But don't forget one day you'll have to die I see your life is a game And you'll never understand the rules