In
a room half the size of this there's a clock
That has an endless tick where my shadow paints
An eerie form of a place that was to me forlorn
And to a place that's deep inside where I heard a child cry
It's me,
dear God, it's me
That's crying in the corners of his life
I
see them there all in a line The toys I had when I was nine
My baseball mitt and catcher's mask
I wish that I could bring them back
But not the days of the little boy that cried alone with all his toys
It's me,
dear God, it's me
That's crying in the corners of his life
Somehow I thought that things would
change With age to brighten up my way
But now I have my new
toys to cry with
So as I leave this tiny room to my own well-chosen doom
Another room that's just as small
Where a multitude of tears shall fall
But before I find a special place The light of you shines on my face
It's you,
dear God,
it's you To brighten up the corners in my life