I walk alone,
No one to guide me,
I run alone,
From night that smothers.
I will take my own path,
I will find my peace at last,
I will take my army and knock,
Knock on troubles door,
A roaring river cuts through the land,
The river thins down at the bend,
the bend where I would play as a child,
And where now I stop to rest awhile.
Wind is blowing,
Over meadows of emerald green.
The sun is rising,
While the moon falls asleep.
As I gaze at my shattered reflection,
Lying in pieces, there on the floor,
I am surprised, completely taken aback,
I see something that I never saw before.