Sometimes the beauty in the world makes me want to cry                                                                                                                   I  wear  my  heart  on  my sleeve, and I don't know why                                                              ­                                     There  are  times I have cried singing children's lullabies                                                        ­                                             I  have  to  get tougher,  I know, I  wish I could, I  try                                                           ­                                                My  heart breaks  for  everyone  else  but  not  for me                                                               ­                                                             I  put  the  brakes  on  any  lame  self-pitying parties                                                          ­                                                     But  my love could open and part the seas                                                             ­                                                    It  clears a wide path that has set others free