would sometimes call me by
I thought if he loved me more
There's no way that he'd repeat
I swore to him that when I'd finally grown
I would never do that sort of thing
Now that I've got three kids of my own,
I love them and confuse them
what I thought was right,
sure looks a little different
No, the truth won't change,
So much for the light in the sand
There was a time when I was on fire
Cause I used it as a weapon
for any who were struggling
Struggles of my own I could not hide
And I found myself among the least of men
So you might imagine my surprise,
As I came to recognize myself in them.
What I thought was right,
Sure looks a little different,
No, the truth won't change,
So much for the line in the sand
Between the men with the stones,
So give a name to your fear,
Take a look at the tears in the eye
of that face and feel the pain
and feel something change
But no, it's not the truth