| Emerging into the light
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| A thousand empty pages
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| Left to me to write
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| And I won’t subjugate my dreams to mortality
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| I won’t live every day I have as if it is my last
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| But I’ll live each to the full
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| The poison stops, its work is done
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| I’m half surprised that I’m still standing
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| I’ve returned to the road
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| That I was on before this happened
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| Seems so long ago
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| The pale horse skulks away
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| Its rider empty-handed
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| It’s not about some act of courage
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| I only did what I was forced to
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| My will to live was stronger than
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| The will to die that I once had
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| But that I have let go
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| Never to return
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| The preciousness of life
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| The lesson that I’ve learned
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| That I’ve learned, that you’ve learned
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| And that we all are learning still
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| (where is your victory? where is your sting?)
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| I’ve looked death in the eye
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| Turned and walked away
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| There’s nothing left to fear
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| I have stood in the path of the tornado
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| Where life goes by in the blink of an eye
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| And they won’t be selling tickets to my funeral, no tickets
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| I’ve dreamt them, I’ve dreamt them, the nightmares from the pit
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| I have broken the back of the noonday devil
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| I’ve crushed the skull of the devil
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| Let it rain, keep raining now, keep raining now
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| Keep raining now, keep raining now
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| I’ve have brought my life in focus, I’ve brought my life in focus
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| And it’s perfect enough for me, it’s perfect enough for me
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| It’s perfect enough me
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| I will begin again, I will begin again
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| I’m stronger than death
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| And the pale horse departs |