The boy is here, he won't say much I don't know why One thing is clear, we know he had a troubled life You are not who I had in mind I don't know where I belong, but I'm sure that it's not here Is he just shy, what do you think he's got to hide Maybe in time, we'll find out what's behind those eyes I don't think that you understand All I want is to find out who I am Tell me father, when will I get my cross? When will I get my cross? I don't know how, I wonder what would make him smile Look at him now, he stares at me like I'm on trial I need to know is he still alive And if so, is my mother still his wife? He's just a child, he's still got time to start again Give him a while The boy just needs a friend Tell me father, when will I get my cross? When will I get my cross? When will I get my cross? When will I get my cross?