How should I know about the truth How should I know about good and evil? I just witness what I see And I confess the evil within Little I know about demons And even less about angels But I see what bears fruit in me And which thoughts I want to feed My faith is like a dying tree Looks still strong but rots within I need a new direction, a new life to live And roots that grow deep There is still so much to see So much life for me to live But is this despair my cross to bear? In these silent moments of suffering... Leaves make these cliffs slippery Beneath, I see the sea furious... These trees grew on a solid stone Oh, they grew without roots At the edge One step from the edge... Who would watch my step Who would take my hand? Dark clouds of a rising storm appear Wind blows, trying to make me fall These rotten trees no longer offer me protection I try to flee My life is like these dying trees I look still strong but so fragile I'm within No longer can I stand on my own No longer can I pretend to live Far away in the distance Rays of sun hit the waves Until the storm is over I need You to hold me Lost again in these thoughts... Show me the path to go And I'll go wherever the path takes me Wherever it leads me Oh lead me through the dark! Guide me, lead me through the dark!