This life is but a journey
A destination unknown
We proudly follow one another
No spirit to be shown
But in a land of cold and gray
a child will be born
as songs are sung of battles won
his father starts to mourn
a birth defect, impurity
exile waits for him
and to his death, he will be sent
he fights a battle he can't win
Pinch me it's a nightmare,
but the shadow must soon fade
I start to think its cliché,
that you will rue the day
Still he breathes, and reaches out
for a hand that he cant find
to pull him up, out of his past
of never ending lies
His grip will fail, and he will fall
back to when he was a child
back when thoughts of giving up
plagued his mind every day
Pinch me it's a nightmare,
but the shadow must soon fade
I start to think its cliché,
that you will rue the day