If only something could be done,
if only things were all the way around,
if only I could be free
and you could be with me.

Locked in the darkness,
being haunted by dreams,
oh why, won't those dreams show me where lies the key?
where lies the light of compassion,
where lies the light of truth,
where lies the light to bound me,
to light the world around me.

Sitting here, locked in a dungeon of loneliness,
locked in a prison of my own creation,
my own desperation,
my own imagination,
looking for a key.

I shall not rely on dreams to light my path,
I shall break through,
I shall make my own peregrination.
away from imagination,
away from desperation,
away from this creation,
hoping for the better,
I must never give up,
although my time is limited,
the hope I carry shall be infinite.