Like a withered tree in winter's hold pieces falling all around sight lost in a once brilliant sky now reduced to shades of pale graywhat have I become? what have I become? my voice resounds arms out stretched embrace the end of days reach to the skies arms out stretched embrace the end of days fall apart drifting downto the sound of mournful harmonies now my voice resounds what have I become? I was looking for answers trapped in a hopeless state of mind I was drifting and searching now my purpose is found my voice resounds guide my path until the end of days reach to the skies deliverance until the end of days I am stead fast given sight I sustain until the end of days tear me apart look into my soul I sustain until the of days arms outstretched to embrace the end of days