The Journey
Don't look back now, but I'm falling away; drifting astray.
Will you be here in the end?
Don't you cry, I can promise you it'll be over soon;
You'll never see my face again.
Never have I felt so out of place and all alone.
I doubt I'll ever find a shelter quite like home.
This journey will be the death of me,
Or is there something more that I can't see?
Is this the end or a new beginning?
Will I ever find my way?
I'm slowly but surely losing my faith.
Your love/image I could never replace.
I need some sort of escape.
I've come too far to be denied.
I won't settle for less than what I deserve.
I'll do whatever it takes to survive.
(I won't be denied)
I will push on with everything that I am.
I will carve through the Earth with my own bare hands.
My destination lies just ahead.
I can't give up; not until I'm dead.
I refuse to turn away, not until I know that there is nothing left.
So don't turn your back on me.
Don't you fret my friend, we will meet again; we will love again.