Strayed into myselfnto find this sort of faint starnthat shone even in this dividenof where I'd come to be displacednbut maybe here where time is fleetingnI'll try to fly but not straynnCause we face the tidesnof will and divinenthough we mystifynwhat we flee and feel todaynnStrained by overgrown dreamsnrooted in disillusionmentnbut in the hour fate flawsnI know I'm not alonenand fall, it's the way I knownand fall, it's the way I'll grownnCause we face the tidesnof will and divinenthough we mystifynwhat we flee and feel todaynnAnd why when there's a waynabove the fire that fears of drought fillndo I crawl