Fear is the only sign upon his face
as he walks alone through this silent
storm
towards his waiting day
time is no longer standing by his side
for
his cry we share, remaining there
through the day we die
and we turn our
backs and wonder
why life goes on
to feel as the light is slowly blown
away
through this solitude there's no open view
and no words to say
pray
for the souls of many who slip away
and to understand that It's close at
hand
will it always mean a friend
and alone his soul is crying
while
life goes on
and we turn our backs and wonder
why life goes on
all the
life that now slips through his fingers
for all of the times we live
without care
mind and heart now both screaming for reason
as to why there
is nothing to hear
suddenly learning...
learning the toll