Like an ocean bare of water
fire without sparks
rising storm lacking darkened clouds
Or the nightfall without stars

Like trees detached from soil
And a voice without a sound
Each day we add to the dead weight
With our eyes on the ground

Grey and pale are the days [bad word] Wisdom lost without the past

What is life without the days to remember
And the years of pain paving your way
Accept the heavy feet and the aching back
But it's still not the time to liberate the weight

Dead weight and pain
Is what we tread upon
So whatever is [bad word] We won't back down

Seas may sear
Eyes may blear
We won't fear

Fires won't burn
Ropes may tear
We won't fear