Авторы: Richard Wright, Gerry Gordon
(Wright, Gordon) Why do we feel this adult pain And hold these secrets that don't belong? This loneliness has no place with us The silence grows, it has no place with life. You outward joy holds back the fears Which deepen inside of us. We travel all alone And carry the guilt of those who disappear Our childlike hopes, In disarray This pain no child should feel We disappear.