Press on, up the hill
Take all your burdens with you...

Friends are always there
To show you they love and care...

Coal is dark and ugly
It's state, untouched by hard labor...

Gazing at a beauty
Longing to be hold and felt...

Common zombies are
People marching mindlessly...

A low voice through the trees
Singing so sweetly...

They say everyone has
their own road to walk...

The sadness begins
Where I wish was pretend...

Who can believe it
Its been so long...

Unsure of what is now
The darkness all around...

I've grown so tired
Of being who I am...

The darkness enshrouds the light
The light that could've brought strength...