I was the child of yesterday—
Unseen, unheard, alone.
No one to hold my trembling hand,
No place to call my own.
Now I stand a grown-up man,
Still quiet in the crowd,
Afraid to speak my heart aloud,
Afraid to feel too proud.
......
I was the child of yesterday—
Unseen, unheard, alone.
No one to hold my trembling hand,
No place to call my own.
Now I stand a grown-up man,
Still quiet in the crowd,
Afraid to speak my heart aloud,
Afraid to feel too proud.
......