You don't give me comfort
Don't make me feel good...

Darkening skies
Arising moon...

Times been rough
But you stay true...

Bare feet against the soft soil
Remembering times of toil...

She sat placidly before him
Her eyes screaming mystery...

Slipping away, soundly aside
Letting time, pass me by...

What about the lost ones
From all the nations...

Forgetting all my sarrows
Not worrying about tomorrows...

Through my trials and fears
I wipe away my dirty tears...

I want to call you
But afraid of fallowing shame...

We're taking flight
You're coming into sight...

Wipe the staining tears from your blood shot eyes
Push away your fears and your bitter mournful...