In a fright, and in despair, we are too lost to find our way home

So frail and weak, self-deposed and demeaning to every sense of sympathy

In silent company with sleep, I sit, awake and listening. But we're too blind to see the source of every meaning:

The more we change, the more we stay the same

And we weather pain together, causing the lines to tense and fray

I wait for another day, but that won't suffice

I'll hold on tight--

I will stay alive

I wait, but I still can't deny that I still believe

I still believe in the light