| I cannot see even though it’s there in front of me
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| Like a beggar cold and crawling on my knees
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| Searching for something so close yet still out of my reach
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| Is this all I’m destined to be
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| I’ve been living in the shadow now for far too long
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| The senses burn at the caress like it doesn’t belong
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| It’s one thing to dwell in silence or to feel nothing at all
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| Then you cannot hear the rush or feel the pain at the end of the fall
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| I fought to lift the veil and move beyond the door
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| Just when I thought there was maybe something more
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| A hope that I could at last restore my sight
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| The cloak is gone my freedom won but I found a blinding light
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| I can feel the light burn as the night was cold
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| And I struggle the same as the life I lived before
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| Though the light guided me I still lost the way
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| And I struggle the same just to find the path back to the day
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| With every fall I lose the will
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| Another chain that binds
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| I can’t go on like this
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| Another road that winds
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| I should have known that the struggle never really ends
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| The road is long don’t try to see what’s beyond the bend
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| Our wars are won at the cost of another defeat
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| You’ll have to crawl to get back on your feet
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| I thought I was stronger than this that I had more to give
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| That the light of the day would show me the way to go
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| Never wanted to turn my back to it all
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| This is my struggle that I’ll have to bear before I am too far gone |