His World

vs. 1:

He stares through a sheet of tinted glass

At the world from which he's confined

His cheeks are tainted by scarring tears

His face is prematurely lined

The people he watches are smiling and free

He doesn't recognize the world they live in

His shadowed eyes take in every shining part

That is absent from the world he resides in

Chorus:

His world...

Is a torrent of disaster

Is a sorrow-filled tunnel without a light

His life...

Is an ice-chipped tale of tragedy

With not one happy ending within sight

It's his world.

vs. 2:

He smiles at a girl but she turns away

After just one scanty glance

His sensitive heart suffers one more crack

As he resumes his invisible stance

Why is he so rejected, tell me why must he live

With the agony of his stained-glass existence?

And why do his predators, with so little emotion

Attack his fragile shield of resistance?

Chorus:

His world...

Is a torrent of disaster

Is a sorrow-filled tunnel without a light

His life...

Is an ice-chipped tale of tragedy

With not one happy ending within sight

It's his world.

Bridge:

Each time a person turns away

He spills another drop of blood

The ocean of sadness wells higher, grows deeper

Not long before it bursts into flood

Chorus:

His world...

Is a torrent of disaster

Is a sorrow-filled tunnel without a light

His life...

Is an ice-chipped tale of tragedy

With not one happy ending within sight

It's his world.