At the end of a shodowed alley is where I stand

I choose not to wear my heart, but hold it in my hand

An offering to those who have shined their lights

In front of me on the darkest nights

Fallen I have once more, just as I have fallen before

The clouds have come again making darker weather

Just as everytime you meet him,

The Devil has become even more clever

Never have I ever seen the sun shine down this dark alley

Only I have hoped to someday find that promised valley

Where the sky is faded and the forest is dense

Only then will this journey make sense.