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.