Lyric View

Tranquility can end in all its forms
And disaster can rule the day
I m sitting in the center of hell
And i yearn to strike the match
And seldom surprised, the damned and cursed
The plans of mice and men
As he s walking out the door with a crowbar
I can hear him as he pries the latch

And the view of the light at the end of the tunnel
Makes me see more that i want to
The finish line s promise so far away
Still remains to get through

Wishing ever skyward, all i seem to see are circling hawks
Once fledglings turned to eagles, i regret having ever, ever urged them on
And all at once a voice reminds me
That salvation comes only to the brave
But the voice is growing fainter as desperately i search
And search for some small glimpse of dawn

And the view of the light at the end of the tunnel
Makes me see more that i want to
The finish line s promise so far away
Still remains to get through

Alas i sit behind an immense boulder
And i pretend to push it up a hill
I claw and scratch my way as the tunnel
On its side becomes a hole
Nervous and in shock from the battle s rage
My mount bucks and rears and throws me to the ground
A broken sword in hand, i get to my knees
I am fighting for my soul

And the view of the light at the end of the tunnel
Makes me see more that i want to
The finish line s promise so far away
Still remains to get through

And the view of the light at the end of the tunnel
Makes me see more that i want to
The finish line s promise so far away
Still remains to get through