Dark From The Dying

Under the moon I'm a warrior Seeking the shades of the night Crossing the land like a hero Marching with pain and delight Nothing to gain but the scars inside Cold is the mask and I'm sore from crying I'm running blind in my shoes I need places to go, I need things to feel So I can find it myself something real to believe I am ready to receive and I'm dark from the dying After the storm silent water Spirits must heal in the sun But I am restless and aching with sorrow Pushed without nowhere to run Blind in my shoes