It’s hard to know where to go
What to do with what we’ve been given
Is it enough? Are we here to love?
Or are we just pretending?
Well, I can’t say it’s any clearer today
Than when I was a child
The questions I had then are still in my head
Though now I don’t ask them so often
I’m not so brave as the child who gave
All his love to the world around him
Who would ask every day, ‘Please, show me the way’
And who longed for a greater understanding
If I no longer ask the question, it’s not because
I am afraid of the answer
If I no longer ask the question, it’s because
I am afraid there’s no answer
I’m afraid that there’s no answer