Some are fond of now, and others hate it Some are fond of past, and others hate it Some are young,some are old We live our life the way we want There is something awkward about them There is something lacking in balance about them It seems they dislike a quiet life They got something on their mind At times I picture their lives It seems they struggle on their way It pierces my heart, it pierces my heart, and it stirs my blood At times I picture their words I sense solice within their hearts It pierces my heart, it pierces my heart, and I step forward As the sky clears up and clouds over, so we find and lose our way As many things change, so they learn on the way There is something awkward about them There is something lacking in balance about them It seems they dislike a quiet life They got something on their mind At times I picture their lives It seems they struggle on their way It pierces my heart, it pierces my heart, and it stirs my blood At times I picture their words I sense solice within their hearts It pierces my heart, it pierces my heart, and I step forward Oh, Will I part from them, someday Oh, Will they part from me, someday <♪> At times I picture their lives It seems they struggle on their way It pierces my heart, it pierces my heart, and it stirs my blood At times I picture their words I sense solice within their hearts It pierces my heart, it pierces my heart, and I step forward Every time I see them, I feel encouraged Something inside me is moved by the people around me At times I picture their lives I see them struggle on their way It pierces my heart It pierces my heart