We walk alone through waves of change.
Infernos at our feet,
And whisper words of wisdom
and selfish blasphemy
(to those who'll listen)
Juxtaposing to the sky
And beckoning our end,
Through following another tide
We end up unified
(to those who won't deny)
Desperation delivers another day
Of loss and ignorance,
When fists will rise up to the skies
And kindoms rise and fall
(for someone has to pay the toll)
Then we will extrapolate
The true worth of our struggles,
We will know for everyone of us
Every part will fall to place...
(for those who did before us)
And thus we will understand,
How man is condemned to be free,
For every heart and every mind,
Every mother and every child...
Are naught but sparks,
Naught but whispers,
Naught but stars...
