Onward we run, through the darkness of the night.
Stumbling around on uneven ground
For we are blind men, searching for the light.
Looking for that which cannot be found (the light),
Together our feet and our hearts pound.
Onward we run, through the darkness of the night.
With our compass we know which way is right
But as we’re light-less North cannot be found
For we are blind men, searching for the light.
Against the terrors of the night we fight
Our eyes white with hope that we’re forward bound.
Onward we run, through the darkness of the night.
(The way our feet pound
On the frozen ground
What a hollow sound
If we could look ‘round
Bright thought would be found)
Never ceasing is our quest for might.
Our light is the hope that answers will be found.
Onward we run, through the darkness of the night,
For we are blind men, searching for the light
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 4:19 PM UTC
Onward we run, through the darkness of the night.
Stumbling around on uneven ground
For we are blind men, searching for the light.
Looking for that which cannot be found (the light),
Together our feet and our hearts pound.
Onward we run, through the darkness of the night.
With our compass we know which way is right
But as we’re light-less North cannot be found
For we are blind men, searching for the light.
Against the terrors of the night we fight
Our eyes white with hope that we’re forward bound.
Onward we run, through the darkness of the night.
(The way our feet pound
On the frozen ground
What a hollow sound
If we could look ‘round
Bright thought would be found)
Never ceasing is our quest for might.
Our light is the hope that answers will be found.
Onward we run, through the darkness of the night,
For we are blind men, searching for the light
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