I sketch the world with a whole new face
And whisper to the stars to finish the race.
There's no more oil but the light's still burning
And faith endures in the darkest of mornings.
I stand tall, fighter tired of fighting
But the wind comforts me whispering.
And I watch as they fall
One by one, then recall,
There was a time when I dreamed
And a time I was pleased
And I wish, oh I wish,
That it starts to finish.
I long for the day
I could be home again.