Through the Dark

In the dark, apart fall all family ties. All alone a mother sits and cries She is dead to everyone including me, Her dying soul is bound to a lifeless tree But everything in this world dies Way up high a birdie flies Soaring quickly through the skies But looking up it's death I see, Through the dark I am in a lonely world full of lies And so I wave a hand and say my good-byes To a world where no one is free Where being you is not the best thing to be Because this place holds a bunlde of spies Through the dark.