The Mistchild

Look at the mistchild
Born in a world he can't understand
Look into his eyes
Behold the wisdom of human kind

Afraid of your smile
Images are flooding his mind
Afraid of his memories
Of chaos, violence and cries

Look at the mistchild
How fragile is his own existence
Look at his face
Despair and misery without a name

Innocence, when did we leave you behind?
I can still see your light
Drift away like a dream
We forgot the very moment we woke up
To a world of utter madness
And lies and tears
In the realm of the heartless
And treacherous kings
In the realm of the self-centered
Masters of greed
In the realm of the vultures
And slayer of dreams

Look at the mistchild
At your own reflection in his eyes
Look at the light
He radiates all around

Afraid of the darkness
And of the shadow he can see behind you
Afraid of the future
He's desperately clinging to you

Innocence, when did we leave you behind?
I can still see your light
Drift away like a dream
We forgot the very moment we woke up
To a world of utter madness
And lies and tears
In the realm of the heartless
And treacherous kings
In the realm of the self-centered
Masters of greed
In the realm of the vultures
And slayer of dreams