It's hard to see  see in the darkness  hard to find  find your way home  and if there is no home when you get there  it is hard to reach your way out of being alone  this canyon has an echo  like the hollow in my heart  and the wind has a sigh  like the soft in a cry  and if i am just the bitter in a woman growing wise  oh moon on the water help me to rise  hope is to the flame like kinder is to romance  or the candle inside the dreamer that lights their eyes  no one can see me  i've grown cold as ashes burnt out and tired as the fade of the sky