Tranquility can end in all its forms
And disaster can rule the day
I'm sitting in the center of hell

And i yearn to strike the match
And seldom surprised, the damned and cursed
The plans of mice and men

As he's walking out the door with a crowbar
I can hear him as he pries the latch
And the view of the light at the end of the tunnel

Makes me see more that i want to
The finish line's promise so far away
Still remains to get through

Wishing ever skyward, all i seem to see are circling hawks
Once fledglings turned to eagles, i regret having ever, ever
urged them on

And all at once a voice reminds me
That salvation comes only to the brave
But the voice is growing fainter as desperately i search

And search for some small glimpse of dawn
And the view of the light at the end of the tunnel
Makes me see more that i want to

The finish line's promise so far away
Still remains to get through
Alas i sit behind an immense boulder

And i pretend to push it up a hill
I claw and scratch my way as the tunnel
On its side becomes a hole

Nervous and in shock from the battle's rage
My mount bucks and rears and throws me to the ground
A broken sword in hand, i get to my knees

I am fighting for my soul
And the view of the light at the end of the tunnel
Makes me see more that i want to

The finish line's promise so far away
Still remains to get through
And the view of the light at the end of the tunnel

Makes me see more that i want to
The finish line's promise so far away
Still remains to get through