The Martyr

Why, why was I born to know what I must know I can see the sky, but I can't see the ground below Where do I go Falling in a trap where traitors wait Lost love is the bait But the martyr never knows He is caught in a dream of his own When it's over where does he go Who really knows Time stands between me and my home So long ago I can't stand to wait But I can't force my body to go Where do I go