( BRUCE DICKINSON )

Here in a church

A small boy lies knceling

He prays for a God

He does not know

He cannot feel

All of his sins of childhood

He will remember

He will not cry - tears he will not cry

Man of sorrows, I won't see your face

Man of sorrows, you left without a trace

A small boy wonders, what was it all about

Is your journey over, has it just begun

A vision of a new world, from the ashes of the old

Do what thou wilt

He screams,from his cursed soul

A tortured seer, a prophet of our empriness

Wondering why, wondering why?

Man of sorrows, I won't see your face

Man of sorrows, you left without a trace

A small boy wonders, what was it all about

Is your journey over, has it just begun

A man of sorrows racked

With thoughts that dare not speak their name

Trapped inside a body

Make to feel only guilt and shame

His anger all his life I hate myself he cried

Do what thou wilt, do what thou wild he cried

Man of sorrows, I won't see your face

Man of sorrows, you left without a trace

A small boy wonders, what was it all about

Is your journey over, has it just begun

Man of sorrows, I won't see your face

Man of sorrows, you left without a trace

A small boy wonders, what was it all about

Is your journey over, has it just begun