A little child
born in grace
grows up in pain
with a mask upon her face
her eyes are empty
there's no sign of life
the only thing that makes her feel
mister nice guy, her knife
precious illusions
of how her life could be
running through her mind
only for her to see
sliding up
sliding down
in her world
she will wear the crown
no grief
no tears
no pain
no fears
she throws away her mask
she doesn't need it anymore
she walks up the long stairway
opening a giant golden door
moonlight is shining
stars beam bright
little child, born in grace
looks like your in heaven tonight