DARK ALLEYWAYS OF MY MIND WILL BE OVERGROWN WITH TIME BARBED WIRE FENCES HOLD ME IN THESE SIGNATURED WALLS OF STONE THERE SHE STANDS SPIRIT ON THE HORIZON SEARCHING ACROSS THE LAND A MISTY PATH THROUGH DEAD TREES ENCROACHING DARKNESS HOLDING ME BLINDLY STUMBLE FOREVER ON FOLLOWING HER LONELY SONG THERE SHE STANDS SPIRIT ON THE HORIZON CALLING ACROSS THE LAND PILES OF RUBBLE WHERE WALLS ONCE STOOD SMOULDERING SKELETONS ALL THAT'S LEFT OF THESE WOODS LIKE A CURSE LIFTED, THE EMPTY DREAMS GONE AN ENDLESS COLOURSCAPE IN THE LIGHT OF THIS NEW DAWN THERE SHE STANDS SPIRIT ON THE HORIZON TAKING ME BY THE HAND