This is the story of the child trapped within the prison of his own mind

Poisoned by the illusions of this world

Even in youth he is aware

That this world is not what it seems

And if he is to survive it

He must escape at any cost

Enemies lurk in th darkness

And he has troubled on every side

But he is determined to guard his soul closely from the great evil that falls like a shadow over him night and day

No one understands the hurting in his heart

And there's no one he can go to for help

So in time he learns to wear the mask

His outward appearance is one of love and great joy

But every night the tears fall

Born from his wounds and broken heart

And a great storm from within has gone forth like a battle cry

Sin from the above of voice's so deep and treacherous that it defies understanding

And now from the depths of that darkness

From within this raging storm

The child cries out

And his prayer has reached the heavens

Endure young one though your body be ripped apart

Endure though your spirit is broken in pieces

Endure though 400 knives pierce your heart

Remember my words and endure

For your cries have reached the heavens and the lord has blotted out your sins

Praised the most high

For better days are at hand