The road is rough and long ahead
It stands there still, keeping us from our bed
With the night so cold
And the path so old
We walk with a muteness held in the air
Overcome with a silence of words not said.
We walk for a while, an hour or so
Kicking the pebbles at our feet below
And we look at the stars
And we look at the sky
But we do not look at each other because
The words left unsaid and truth that we know.
So we walk, and we walk through the night and the dark
Well aware of our souls that have been left with a mark
A stain on our past
A cut on our hearts
But still we march on in the cold and the quiet
Our lives torn to pieces, like the damage from a shark.
Hearts caught up in a journey, looking for light
But all that was found was a silent slow fight
A fight fought by us
A fight that took time
And in time our souls grew separate with only one hope
Before the fall, before the fight, that we make it home tonight.
For this hope, however, I cannot say
I do not know, I have no way
So I wander
So I walk
In the dim path of the icy black night
Maybe, just maybe we can make it till day.