Slowly drifting far from the path
Forgetting the words I held so dearly
He loves me, but I feel neglected
I'm still a child, looking for simpleness
In the name of truth I'm a grown man
Should have learned that happiness isn’t everything
Thinking black but the greyscale is wide

You will see!
Chaos to bliss!

Starring with turbid eyes
Looking for someone else to follow
Let this dry worship I have, become, rippled
Dealing with apathy and sorrow
I mourn the daylight to come
For that matter, life isn’t slightless
Thinking black but the greyscale is wide

The good pain, that we endure every hour
We suffer as the early servants, who was eager to put their faith in front of sience

Knowing the saviour, out of this sphere is the creator of man
The solver of patterns, the healer of wounds

When life shrinks, you show us your kingdom
When the strenght falters, you give us courage
When emptiness in mind, pours out of our concentration
You take us to your fathom so we can rest

I'm leaving the place associated with fear
As a deer infront of the light
I turn left then right, waiting for darkness
Though I can breathe out and return
This voice inside says; make your own way
For that matter, life isn’t slightless
Thinking black but the greyscale is wide

The good pain, that we endure every hour and single day
We are defended, you might not even see it
Not dying inside, blessings will fall upon us
We suffer as the early servants, who was eager to put their faith in front of sience

The restorer of foundations, the healer of wounds
Knowing the saviour, out of this sphere is the creator of man