I am not a child now. I can take care of myself. I mustn't let them down now Mustn't let them see me cry. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm to tired to listen. I'm too old to believe: All these childish stories. There is no such thing as faith, And trust, And pixie dust. I try, But its to hard to believe. I try, But I can't see what you see. I try I try I try My whole world is changing, I don't know where to turn. I can't leave you baby, But I can't stay and watch the sitting burn; Watch it burn. 'Cause I try, But its so hard to believe! I try, But I can't see where you see. I try. I try I try and try, To understand, The distance in between: The love I feel, The things i fear, I dearly say good dream. I can finally see it. Now I have to believe: All those precious stories. All the world is made of faith, And trust, And pixie dust. So I'll try, 'Cause I finally believe! I'll try, 'Cause I can see where you see! I'll try. I'll try! I'll try I'll try To fly.
Compositor: Jonatha Brooke Mallet (Brooke Jonatha) ECAD: Obra #1794052