A hundred days, a hundred nights
since darkness covered my shadow
not knowing where I came from, nor where I am going
twigs whipping my tired naked face
by rain washed out of sense, out of courage
by wind blown into fear
demons behind me never summoned
by people never born
what am I hoping for? why am I running?
I might as well stop here and give myself over
better to die than live in fear
other worlds so far away so near
but faith lasts long I guess, as does hope
and since my feet still carries me
I will try to keep my promise
try to give my soul the calmness of the seas
to bring my senses back to peace
the strangest thing is here
the strangest thing is all so clear
my eyes are closed, yet still I see
what will come will come was meant to be
greatest story to be told, greatest light to hold
remember this, remember me
remember all of us have this key