Hey Patrice don't cry they have no reason
to harm you at all.
They don't realise [sic] that the angels surround you
They don't understand their narrow ways defeat them where
They don't realise [sic] you hide your sadness behind
a painted smile.
Ignorance, that blind old fool who steers
a wayward path,
has set the course on which we sail into the night of
Following the stars that make their way across the sky,
Valuing [sic] the love that lends grace to our hearts,