Never miss witness to my fears,
our flog of fears.
In a world of shadows dance,
Chased in grieves with every
glance, Through the nights and
through the days, Lost in life's
enchanting days.
Underneath the stained-white sky,
We all learn to laugh and cry,
Holding onto molding scum in the
speeding marathon Every step we
take we brawl Through the highs and
through the lows Finding love and
sleep of things In the joy that
living brings Underneath the snow
and sky We are led to laughing crad
Holding onto all wheels gone in
this being bareth of Every step we
take we grind Through the highs and
through the lows Finding love and
simple things in the joy that
living brings Underneath the same
red sky We are to laugh at cry
Holding on to all its dawn, this
fleeting marathon Underneath the
same bright sky, we honor to earth
and cry holding onto all this gun
in this fleeting marathon every
step we take we grow fill the highs
and through the lows
