Dark From the Dying

Under the moon I'm a warrior Seeking the shades of the night Crossing the land like a hero Marching with pain and delight Nothing to gain but the scars inside Cold is the mask and I'm sore from crying I'm running blind in my shoes I need places to go, I need things to feel So I can find it myself something real to believe I am ready to receive and I'm dark from the dying After the storm silent water Spirits must heal in the sun But I am restless and aching with sorrow Pushed without nowhere to run Blind in my shoes I need places to go, I need things to feel So I can find it myself something real to believe I am ready to receive and I'm dark from the dying I follow a trail between love and lies Bring me changes and I'll sacrifice Finding myself I need places to go, I need things to see Blind in my shoes As I'm longing to see what is meant to be Finding myself... I've got places to go...I've got things to see And I'm dark from the dying Sore from the crying