Lonely Seasons

Once I was a child
And I cried certain lonely seasons
And a mother's hand in the midst
A mother like any other mother

Once I was a child
And I cried close to the wolf that devours the child
And the bleeding sun in the dawn

Today the crying is still there
But like tears, the more sorrowful pain
One time the world can see

Today the crying is still there
But like tears, the more sorrowful pain
And I still feel the child's sun
Shining on a slept morning
Or a radiant autumn
Where the old friends laugh