| I’ve been loved and I’ve been hated
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| I’ve been praised and vilified
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| I’ve been accused and vindicated
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| And precious been applied
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| I’ve been interrogated validated
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| Left without my pride
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| Sometimes I have told the truth
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| Sometimes I have lied
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| And when I find my self
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| In a cold and empty space
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| And then a voice inside says welcome
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| I’ve been wounded, I’ve been damaged
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| I’ve been down upon my knees
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| Praying for forgiveness
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| From my enemies
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| Sometimes grand illusions
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| They start clouding up my eyes
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| Then I get lost in my illusions
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| But I get caught down aside
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| When I found I myself
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| With teardrops on my face
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| Then a voice inside, it says welcome
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| Welcome
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| Welcome
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| I’ve been in jail I’ve been in pail
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| I’ve been high and I’ve been low
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| Just what I’ve been running from
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| I guess I never know
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| I’ve been packaged and presented
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| For everyone to see
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| Welcome and resented
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| But I guess I am always gonna be
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| Hiding in the shadow
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| Just cryin' upon my face
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| And I hear a voice inside me
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| that says welcome
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| to the human race
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| It says welcome |