through eyes of shadows, we stand resolute
forced by greater means to hold ground
death and life, both the same -
obstacles in the way to a better place unknown to be found

whether good or evil, choices were made
while searching for an impossible dream,
we chose our course
and the crushing tide of our consequences
will soon be laid as only when obtaining our goal,
we'll show true remorse

and as the tide's washing closer,
we close our eyes and remembering with a bitter smile
that all our worth is in our art
but what chance do our dream have
if even the tin man is remorsing asking for his heart