When hope is over from long been waiting,
and search is drifted from long been seeking,
What else is left for me to see?
My eyes won’t wake.
Behind the line comes back to mind
such thought have said
been heard before.
when I woke up this morning
the birds have ceased their singing
i can't hear them like before
since the day you walk out my door
The journey i took in this lonesome road,
I walked with faith yet hoped;
Not knowing my destination,
I still walked on, not turning back.
This old hometown of mine,
Once was a beautiful place;
Created by power divine,
Everything wrapped in a blaze.