The child with the vacant heart marches on.
His hands are bruised with building burdens.
A hollow echo of hope cries out. So loud?
It can’t be heard.

His hands are bruised with building burdens
Of the life he’s never known?
It can’t be heard.
But there’s a voice he longs to call his own.

Of the life he’s never known,
The boy holds in all his fear.
But?there’s a voice he longs to call. His own
Strength takes control, and he marches on.

The boy holds in all his fear.
Now, that vacant heart is left behind him.
Strength takes control, and he marches on
into His world of hope.?