In a fright, and in despair, we are too lost to find our way home
So frail and weak, self-deposed and demeaning to every sense of sympathy
In silent company with sleep, I sit, awake and listening. But we're too blind to see the source of every meaning:
The more we change, the more we stay the same
And we weather pain together, causing the lines to tense and fray
I wait for another day, but that won't suffice
I'll hold on tight--
I will stay alive
I wait, but I still can't deny that I still believe
I still believe in the light