I will tell you the story about the little boy I found in the grass
Tired, solace, he told me he could hear the children wanting to pass
Sounds all floating in the air
Still today we hear them
Finally we are over it
Finally we are over it
Let them run from the violence
The world is way too cold and bright for their eyes
Little boy runs beside them
As they take his hands and jump to the sky
Still today you hear them
Finally I am over it, over it oh
Finally I am over, over it oh
When will my healing come?
When will my healing come along?
Sinking like a stone
When will my healing come?
Finally I am over it, oh
Finally I am over it, oh
Finally I am, am