The Corners of My Life

In a room half the size of this

There's a clock that has an endless tick

Where my shadow paints an eerie form

Of a place that was to me forlorn

And to a place that's deep inside

Where I heard a child cry it's me

Dear God it's me

That's crying in the corners of his life

I see them there all in a line

The toys I had when I was nine

My baseball mitt and catcher's mask

I wish that I could bring them back

But not the days of the little boy

That cried alone with all his toys

It's me dear God it's me

That's crying in the corners of his life

Somehow I thought that things would change

With age to brighten up my way

But now I have my new toys to cry with

So as I leave this tiny room

To my own well chosen doom

Another room that's just as small

Where a multitude of tears shall fall

But before I find this special place

The light of you shines on my face

It's you dear God it's you

To brighten up the corners of my life