I was always the man for someone to rest upon
but now i am the one who needs help.
Steady voice and a grip to pull me of the ground
for ever since i lost her i am half of what i came with.
I carry a burden and not my heart,
i need a rescue to remember myself.
I've been traveling so long reaching no distant ground.
If this is a new beginning why do i feel so empty,
why am i not breathing?
Running in circles trying to fight this feeling,
knowing other people need me i can't give in.
I walked and draw my line, season's storm seems
unknown, i don't mind the flames just walking
through the smoke to the voice that calls my name.