Sitting by the wayside,
catching a glimmer of hope,
an inner voice, a calling,
telling me to climb this mountain,
and scream, "I want die alone."
It makes it to my lips,
but the clouds roll in,
darkening the morning sky.
Fear of the end,
comes across my mind,
and the words slip back inside.
Why, oh why,
the discretion?
If only I had courage,
like brave soldiers I see,
I would live my life so justly,
and stab the darkness in the heart.
But I can't climb this mountain all alone,
I need help to make it to the top.
I need a sword to stab the darkness,
and never make it a part of my life again.
So I can scream out from the mountaintop,
"This isn't the end of me!"