Hill & Wood The Disciple
I was born in a room; it did not hold me very long.
I was taught how to sing; it did not give me my song.
I was held by a girl to whom I didn't belong.
I was found on the ground very young; I was very young.
I was given a path but it did not seem the way.
I was given a home but in it's comfort I did not stay,
Because I've been given a chance to give it all away,
So I don't have to pay.
No, I don't have to pay.
I was told my religion; it did not feel very right.
I learned my lesson but then I lost my sight.
So I forgot all the words I was told to memorize.
I put my heart back in place and with it my eyes.
I put my heart back in place and with it my eyes.
