I Am Songtext
von Chris Wood

I am
Yet what I am no one cares or knows
My friends forsake me like a memory lost


I am the self-consumer of my woes
They rise and vanish in oblivion′s host
I long for scenes where no man ever trod
A place where woman never smiled nor wept

There to abide with my creator, God
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie
The grass below, above the volted sky