What if the children say:
"Man, you are old."
Should I tell them about the drugs I used
And the alcohol
That I never did like I should
Gave two fingers to it all
Or that I am just delayed
I am just delayed
What if the children ask
Why I am alone
Should I tell them why I believe
You should free the ones you love
Or that love is such a torture
When you're tangled in it all
Or that she is just delayed
She is just delayed
What if the children pray
To a God that don't exist
Should I tell them of the horrors
Or of the glory and bliss
That religion kills millions
But it was never meant like this
Or that God is just delayed
God is just delayed
What if the children know
What runs through my mind
That life is but a sketch and scene
A broken effigy
We were all put into this
In search of what we miss
Or that we are just delayed
We are just delayed