This loop we live,
Has no love.
I only hope,
We throw the yoke.
I walk the world,
Weary as earth.
One day this ember,
May find it's hearth.
This loop we live,
Has no love.
I only hope,
We throw the yoke.
I walk the world,
Weary as earth.
One day this ember,
May find it's hearth.
The ones that hurt the most,
Are the ones left behind
By those I must let go.
The ones that hurt the most,
Are the ones left behind
By those I must let go.
You say the darkness brings the stars,
but where's the hope that heals the scars?
As long as we stand arm in arm,
I know we can reduce the harm.
Shine bright.
You say the darkness brings the stars,
but where's the hope that heals the scars?
As long as we stand arm in arm,
I know we can reduce the harm.
Shine bright.