It’s not to live, nit’s to survive,nyes I am tired of being blind,nI passed many years, nawaiting a sign,nyes I am tired of being blind,nit’s not my kind to pursue lies (oh),nnjust right on time, neven if I would not have bet a dime,nat the end of the line,nI recover what’s mine,nit sounds like a rhyme,nin tune with a previous life,nI glimpse the bind,nstrange things come to my mind,nnit’s not to live, nit’s to survive,nYes I am tired of being blind,nI passed many years, nawaiting a sign,nyes I am tired of being blind,nit’s not my kind to pursue lies (oh),nnafter the night, a new dawn,nsome things I left undone,nthe un-me, this pawn, meets my soul,nnan all-new horizon,na change in the mood, in the tone.na part of me is gone,nI don’t know what’s lost or what’s won. nbut what is done is donenna change in the mood, in the tone,na part of me is gone,nI don’t know what’s lost or what’s won, nbut what is done is done.