But I get up again and stand up tall.
Conquering my fear of walking alone,
I'm running towards the light that shone.
I'm looking for what i cannot find,
Something to help me with my wild-hearted mind.
To tame the flaming rage within.
Before it erupts and makes me sin.
"Will I find that thing?" I ask myself,
"or will it remain on that unreachable shelf?"
"Keep searching," is what my soul answers me,
"There's nothing else you can do; without it you're never free."