When the daemon of a person is lost
that person will wander through trackless wastes.

If she sweeps her house and prays diligently,
It may be
that seven new spirits
will come and take up residence with her
and there will be dancing
and a turning
and a new fire may be kindled.

The road ahead is dark
Stumbling through pitch black
Simulating blindness

Can’t see anyone
Looking forward, looking back
Careful steps turned into fearful running

Suddenly, there’s small light
It's us, your friends
Follow the faint glow of hope

The road ahead is still dark
But we somehow know we’re close to the end
You Never Walk Alone

We are on the same path
So let’s go together
We’re here by your side
Now and forever