These hands are too tired to move on
I need a heart of stone and a will thats strong
Through all the pain and dreams that died
There is an ugliness that I could never hide
Buried deep within my worthless shell
Into this abyss I will run
And from this darkness burns the son
Riding on his white horse
These eyes have secrets that are so dark and cold
I need a place of shelter to withstand this storm
In my hour of need I look above the clouds
The rain comes down in sheets,
Oh- I cant stand on my own
Oh- The truth of life is shown
Into this abyss I will run
And from this darkness burns the son
Riding on his white horse
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