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