^DmHere, in a c^Bbhurch, ^Ca small boy is ^Dmkneeling. ^DmHe prays to a ^Bbgod ^Ahe does not know, ^Dmhe cannot feel. ^DmAll of his s^Bbins of c^Childhood, ^Dmhe will remember. ^DmHe will not ^Bbcry, ^Ctears he will not ^Dmcry.

^DmMan of s^Amorrows, ^CI won't see your^Bb face ^DmMan of s^Amorrows, ^Cyou left without a ^Gtrace ^DmHis small boy ^Amwonders, ^Cwhat was it all ^Bbabout? ^DmIs your journey ^Amover ^Chas it just ^Gbegun?^Dm ^Cm Dm Bb C

^DmVision of a ^Bbnew world ^Cfrom the ashes of the^Dm old. "Do what thou w^Bbilt!", he sc^Dmreams from his cursed soul. A tortured s^Bbeer, a proph^Dmet of our emptiness. Wondering w^Bbhy, w^Condering w^Dmhy...

^DmMan of s^Amorrows, ^CI won't see your^Bb face ^DmMan of s^Amorrows, ^Cyou left without a ^Gtrace ^DmHis small boy ^Amwonders, ^Cwhat was it all ^Bbabout? ^DmIs your journey ^Amover ^Chas it just ^Gbegun?^Dm ^C

^CA man of ^Dmsorrows, ^Bbwrecked ^DmWith thoughts that dare ^Dmnot speak their name. ^DmTrapped inside a ^Bbbody, ^Cmade to feel on^Dmly guilt and shame. ^DmHis anger all h^Bbis life ^D"I hate myself!", ^Dmhe cried ^Dm"Do what thou w^Bbilt!" ^C"Do what thou wilt!", ^Dmhe cried...

^DmMan of s^Amorrows, ^CI won't see your^Bb face ^DmMan of s^Amorrows, ^Cyou left without a ^Gtrace ^DmHis small boy ^Amwonders, ^Cwhat was it all ^Bbabout? ^DmIs your journey ^Amover ^Chas it just ^Gbegun?

^DmMan of s^Amorrows, ^CI won't see your^Bb face ^DmMan of s^Amorrows, ^Cyou left without a ^Gtrace ^DmHis small boy ^Amwonders, ^Cwhat was it all ^Bbabout? ^DmIs your journey ^Amover ^Chas it just ^Gbegun?^Dm ^C ^Dm ^Bb ^C Has it just ^Dmbegan

Bruce Dickinson - Man of sorrows