Dark from the Dying

Under the moon I'm a warrior

Seeking the shades of the night

Crossing the land like a hero

Marching with pain and delight

Nothing to gain but the scars inside

Cold is the mask and I'm sore from crying

I'm running blind in my shoes

I need places to go, I need things to feel

So I can find it myself something real to believe

I am ready to receive and I'm dark from the dying

After the storm silent water

Spirits must heal in the sun

But I am restless and aching with sorrow

Pushed without nowhere to run

Blind in my shoes

I need places to go, I need things to feel

So I can find it myself something real to believe

I am ready to receive and I'm dark from the dying

I follow a trail between love and lies

Bring me changes and I'll sacrifice

Finding myself

I need places to go, I need things to see

Blind in my shoes

As I'm longing to see what is meant to be

Finding myself...

I've got places to go...I've got things to see

And I'm dark from the dying

Sore from the crying