Sometimes I wonder who am Inthe world seeming to pass me bynA younger man now getting oldnI have to wonder what the rest of life will holdnnI hold a mirror to my facenthere are some lines that I could tracenTo memories of loving younthe passion that breaks reason in twonnI have to think and stop me nownif reminisces make you frownnOne thinks of what one hoped to benand then faces realitynnSometimes I wonder who am Inwho made the trees, who made the skynWho made the storms, who made heartbreaknI wonder how much life I can takennI know I like to dream a lotnand think of other worlds that are notnI hate that I need air to breathenI'd like to leave this body and be freennI'd like to float like a mystic childnI'd like to kiss an angel on the brownI'd love to solve the mysteries of lifenby cutting someone's throat or removing their heartnnYou'd like to see it beatnyou'd like to hold your eyesnAnd though you know I'm deadnyou'd like to hold my thighsnnIf it's wrong to think on thisnto hold the dead past in your fistnWhy were we given memoriesnlet us lose our minds and be set freennSome-, sometimes I, I wonder who am Inthe world seeming to pass me bynA younger man now getting oldnI have to wonder what the rest of life will holdnnI wondernI wonder -nn- Ooohhh, who started all thisnwas God in love and gave a kissnTo someone who later betrayednand Godless love sent us awaynnTo someone who later betrayednand Godless love sent us away