There will never be another
as gentle as the breeze
there will never be some other
who take the crap i sneeze.

there may never be someone
who backs me on the watch
for there can never be another
who carries the burning torch

there is the hurt i carry
its a mixture of fear and hate
its a terrible kind of potient
and i fear its just too late

so hop on while i take you
on this death defying ride
its a madness that you will experience
cause it exists just inside

is there a time, is there a place
there isn't actually rest
its what i have longed for
its the temple in my chest

where are its doors o lord
can there be a path
is there a trail i need to follow
or are you playing with my heart

for if life ain't just, it is not noble
it's a hard days work
and you haven't made it easier
have you looked at the burden

why is it that you sit
on a table up above
and look down at the misery
and smile , 'ha what fools these mortals be'

am i dreaming or is it something i can see
is it rationale or is this reality to me
is it fate or is fate leading me
i don't know, i don't know o lord
Just don't weary me.