Some say we walk alone.
Barefoot on wicked stone,
No light and sanctuary found,
Never waits around awhile.
Marching to the sea,
Their dreams stay in the shadows,
Their dreams stay firmly rooted in the shallows.
See the scraping sky.
See my destination there tonight…
So say I walk alone barefoot,
On wicked stone tonight.
Will you leap to follow?
Will you turn and go?
Will your dreams stay rooted in the shallows..?
See the scraping sky,
Far beyond the shallows,
Far beyond the reaches of the shadows…
Though youth may fade with boyhood´s cares,
New fear will catch us unawares.
I know it will.
So you might say the path
We share is one of danger and of fear
Until the end,
Until the end…