As I follow you, where will you lead me?
To the ends of the world, or is that just the beginning?
I've rolled through villages, and done my best to pass on your name.
How much is too much?
How far is too far?
As I push on and leave everything behind, the front line swears I'm going into battle blind
A life dedicated to what I can't see, still grasping what I was told to believe
What kind of cruel truth only presents itself in the moment you die?
The facts are becoming less and less transparent, constantly mixed with the thoughts of the incoherent
Dig deep
They're hidden beneath centuries of dust and dirt, covered up by the evolution of the earth
I'm struggling with the blessing of the unseen
It's harder and harder to not be accusing
Continuing to draw the lines of acceptance
I'm trying and trying to translate the evidence
Why do we owe anyone repentance while seeking answer to these questions?
We don't owe anyone repentance
The only time you'll ever know if you chose the right side, is when you close your eyes for the very last time
Question all that you thought you knew
It's how you'll find the truth
It will make you stronger