Man Of Sorrows - Bruce Dickinson

Here in a church

A small boy is kneeling

He prays to 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

His small boy wonders

What was it all about?

Is your journey over?

Has it just begun?

The 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 emptiness

Wondering why, wondering why

Man of sorrows, I won’t see your face

I won’t see your face

Man of sorrows, you left without a trace

His small boy wonders

What was it all about?

Is your journey over?

Has it just begun?

A man of sorrows

Wrecked with thoughts

That dare not speak their name

Trapped inside a body

Made to feel only guilt and shame

His anger all his life

I hate myself, he cried

Do what thou wilt

Do what thou wilt, he cried

Man of sorrows, I won’t see your face

I won’t see your face

Man of sorrows, you left without a trace

Left without a trace

His 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

I won’t see your face

Man of sorrows, you left without a trace

Left without a trace

His small boy wonders

What was it all about?

Is your journey over?

Has it just begun?

Has it just begun?