You say you have to hide your fear,
hide your sorrow in a distant clear.
See the moon alive,
see your sorrow turn to fly.
Chaising demons in their field,
well you see your dreams killed.
You speak of what your life could be,
all the dreams you could of seen.
Still chaising your sorrow to hide your fear,
running in the blackness of your distant clear.
You can feel the sun upon your face,
you can feel the darkness apreciate.
You can tell these things to me,
but if you hide them it's you who won't see.