I'll bring this to the foot of the beholder,nI will always feel so young even though I'm getting older.nnI just need some time to figure out my state of mind and where I'm atnYou know I'm here and I will always be your friend in the tear.nAnd now I'm lost, why'd you tell me I'm free? I'm not and you're supposed to know me better.nnBut trust, what is it, now everyone tells me the definition, please, it's wrong you see.nIn my eyes I know, that I'm better than I show you and you will have to see,me,nBaby, Jesus.nLying in a manger, mimic a stranger, all types of anger, in the race to find your placennI'm gonna sit and make a bump, contemplating that I'm gonna jump.nEveryone tells me that it's time to hunt what you believe.nIt's time to feed the lead,nI'm gonna make it out of bread and seed, fish and meat.nI can make you run away.nnBut trust, what is it, now everyone tells me the definition, please, it's wrong you see.nIn my eyes I know, that I'm better than I show you and you will have to see,me,nBaby, Jesus.nLying in a manger, mimic a stranger, all types of anger, in the race to find your place