| This is a crisis I knew had to come
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| Destroying the balance I’d kept
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| Doubting, unsettling and turning around
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| Wondering what will come next
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| Is this the role that you wanted to live?
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| I was foolish to ask for so much
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| Without the protection and infancy’s guard
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| It all falls apart at first touch
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| Watching the reel as it comes to a close
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| Brutally taking its time
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| People who change for no reason at all
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| It’s happening all of the time
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| Can I go on with this train of events?
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| Disturbing and purging my mind
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| Back out of my duties, when all’s said and done
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| I know that I’ll lose every time
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| Moving along in our god-given ways
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| Safety is sat by the fire
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| Sanctuary from these feverish smiles
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| Left with a mark on the door
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| Is this the gift that I wanted to give?
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| Forgive and forget what they teach
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| Or pass through the deserts and wastelands once more
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| And watch as they drop by the beach
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| This is a crisis I knew had to come
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| Destroying the balance I’d kept
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| Turning around to the next set of lives
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| Wondering what will come next |