One foot in front of the other
Cant run forever, looking for cover
Strength strained, mind tired
Grip tight one end of this tether
The other ends tied to my soul
Praying it doesn't Seaver
as i look down this endless road
Skies falling, nights expanding
lights dying dim as its brilliance
continues dyeing the clouds with color
Yet failing to light the souls below
Its beginning to feel cold
never ending,
Damn this story's bold
Yet somehow we still cling to hope.