| clinch onto the swirling wind |
| have a glimpse of ancient sins |
| taste a ray of amber light as the weary sun goes down |
| there is yet another shore |
| luna’s light won’t leave you anymore |
| closing in closing in a whisper in the rain; |
| no-one knows your name |
| you’ve heard that voice before |
| some wounds may never heal (the ways of grace are narrow) |
| some secrets can’t be sealed (and in your head the battle rages on) |
| someone said; you’d never learn |
| strange how people tend to yearn long for insecurity |
| you fought to prove them wrong you grew older, |
| pages turned some were right, |
| you never really learned fast decisions made your way |
| too proud to quit the game |
| but now they know your name be hailed for what you earned |
| some wounds may never heal (the light confines the shadows) |
| some secrets can’t be sealed (but no-one cares about the tears you cry) |
| men died for your belief men |
| that never knew you wouldn’t even try remember |
| responsibility for those who couldn’t tell the enemy from defender |