I could feel the touches of old time Those days I could shake my head and smile Times I looked at people and say; I will be this by morrow. And so I can tell Morrow came yelling, Breaking me to pieces And so my eyes bank of tears. Gone are the days Those times I could stare at the moon for long And say only what's beautiful about it. But for today, my beauty is stained. I am that sheep lost Not even in the wilderness For I could find myself there. But I am in a strange land.