Borne of Blood, and borne of bone
Borne of fire, it takes me home...

Do not tell me teenagers don't know
Life easy, without a care...

The snow falls, white and brisk,
creates a soft blanket in the night...

The timeless eye gazes through time,
The prince refuses to heed the prophet's cry...

I awaken to the sound of 10,000 screams,
the breeze of this plain slicing open my flesh...

Hope is the bright orange flame
That burns inside the heart...

Ask me; ask me why the hazy grip of drugs...
Ask me why my life holds no worth...

Falling and falling through the floor
This sheep cannot find the shepherd...

Is it really me? Or, just an illusion you see?
Am I real when I pretend to smile...

Broken heart, broken mind,
I sit half dead, in a gray world...

My toes are enveloped in quicksand,
as the search for a heart continues...