Very well. If I cannot escape my nature, then I shall embrace it.
I close my eyes, tell us why must we suffer
Release your hands, for your will drags us under
My legs grow tired, tell us where we must wander. . . .
My soul grows heavy and hope fades away.
Why am I still here? Why do I yet draw breath?
Everytime sleep takes me
I prepare to dream my last dream
and then
and then I'll be free . . . . . .
The storm inside cries out for release.
I'll stay here with you until this dream is gone
I've given my all and it wasn't enough, but I have a plan. I've done the one thing my oppenent could never do. I've made allies out of enemies.