Its a steep hill to climb
When there's no one there waiting
It's a long, long way down
When you stand on your own
It's a hard road to travel
Without companion
As you wind your way onward, a figure alone,
As you wind your way onward, a figure alone.
A brand new day dawns
With the promise of peace
Hours to fill till the next one arrives
Harvest the sorrow like a reaper blade cutting
A moment of peace as the final hour dies,
A moment of peace as the final hour dies.
Down through the dark glen
Awaits the aggressor
Shrouded in mist as the victims appear
Watching the ghosts of the fathers of children
Of mercy whose deeds in the nightime draw near,
Of mercy whose deeds in the nightime draw near.
A hard heart may stand you in
good stead tomorrow
The nice ones are not always what they appear
Standing alone by the old sea of shadows
As yesterdays reasons seem suddenly clear,
As yesterdays reasons seem suddenly clear.
Old hearts and flames
might flicker and crumble
New ones may pa** like ships in the night
Standing alone like a sentinel watching
Until tomorrow comes with the first light,
Until tomorrow comes with the first light.