I've heard how some people, have said
  that I've changed
  That I'm not what I was
  How it really is a shame
  The thoughts in their heads,
  Manifest on their brow
  Like bad scars from ill feelings
  they themselves arouse
  So hateful of anyone that is happy
  or 'free'
  They live all their lives,
  without looking to see
  The light that has lighted the world
  
  It's funny how people, just won't
  accept change
  As if nature itself - they'd prefer
  re-arranged
  So hard to move on
  When you're down in a hole
  Where there's so little chance,
  to experience soul
  
  I'm greatful to anyone,
  that is happy or 'free'
  for giving me hope
  while I'm looking to see
  
  The light that has lighted the world