Lyrics

Feeling my way past trees in the dark; shuffling my feet trying to pull these shackles apart. Every so often I fall to the ground but can't stop to rest 'cuz the wind brings the bark of the hounds. What'll I have to do? What'll I have to do - to make it through? I'll press on for you. If it's the last thing I do. ~Took the first path away from this place but found that I wasn't the first one to take up this race. Hoped when I started that I knew the road. Departed with nothing to guide me except for my soul. ~Sometimes I wonder if I should turn back. The thought doesn't last, though, 'cuz I know I'm smarter than that. Now the black sky gives way to the sun and I celebrate with a smile my life on the run.