there's a lot of wrong
and too little right
there's a lot of saying
i can't make it tonight

there's the unending amends i made
thinking some day my soul will heal
but nothing solved, that trade i made
and nothing of my wounds did it conceal

and then came in the days of cold
the days of blades, the days of spears
and in my head i had it told
the tales of grieve, the tales of tears

and i had wandered in my head
searching for the end of my tome
probing for a single thread
so i can hold to take me home

for all that time that i had declared
to be the ending of my sorrow
had been a flare and i had dared
to ask what happens in my tomorrow

and for that question there was no answer
for i had the hands and i had the mind
and they told me that i can make my fate
with determination but where to find

tomorrow i will hold the wind
and on my dreams i will ride
and if they fail me i'll find a hint
and i will mount another tide

and i will take the hand of anguish
and i will place it wherever bothered