A reason to be for the lost souls of freedom;
The search for the key to a life to succeed them
A rock in their hand
Which soon turns into sand.
A prayer to be borne on the wings of their blindness
Is carried aloft in a spirit of kindness;
And flying so high,
So the spirit dies.
And where will you go,
Where will you go?
And where will you go?
Only Heaven knows
That one day I'll find, that one day I'll see
A reason to be...
A reason to be that is mine for the taking;
A reason to cry at the moment of breaking
As slowly you fall
With nothing left at all...
As slowly you fall
With nothing left at all.