This world grows three shades darker
As this tunnel collapses into debris
And everything turns black and white
As bone meets the earth the truth meets sky

Is this what souls are made of?

Feel the wind as the night sets in, as you guide the light, with hopes of reaching home
Just to keep you moving to keep proving, there's hopes of reaching home

As these gates they open now I see my life before my eyes
Escape from my body as projected on silver,
As a shadow of time made to watch over myself
Just a whisper in the wind,
A shadow casted on the wall
I remain transparent to the world
This weather portrait paints life on canvas,
Contrasting colors with these eyes

Bring back this light so that I can start again