O, my lofty aspirations seem to climb to the clouds
and shift their shapes until i can no longer make them out.
I wish i had the indolence to shoot them down,
because life’s a bowl of berries on grass covered ground
But I’ve seen myself rise up in the midnight moment.
And i’ve seen fortuitousness when all was hopeless.
But this time i feel like i really might not make it.
I’m torn and i’m broken. I’m lost and i’m shaken to the core
(kneeling on the worn wooden floor)
O, I know i truly have the strength to persevere.
I’ve survived after the moments when the worst was near
I’m capable and composed. I have rosined my bows
and all my troops are at arms; they wait for the word from my throat
And then explode into a moment of magnificent defense
against the ocean of opponents that I'm pitted against.
And sometimes their throngs will crash down in torrents and waves
and I will fall under their pressure and be washed away.
But I’ll get by and I'll make strides to the shore.
Every moment’s but an opening door
Nonstop we’ve got the rhythm inside.
Nonstop we are the living alive