Circle

We used to live in  A hut made of leaves I got my head  Full of ideas  Fallen from trees Boy it was something  They grew and grew   Got my head bitten by the greed  It was the third time Needle poked my eye I was just a boy who didn't get his toys Somewhere running around  I saw my faith on the ground I wasn't ready for the talk So I travelled to the sea I lived in the shade  Afraid of the blade  That cuts away all the shame Now I look at the boy Who rides the waves Still sees the shade  But a boy no more We used to live in  A hut made of leaves I got my head  Full of ideas  Fallen from trees Boy it was something