What truth there is left
What hope might still live
I think I can feel it
I think I believe it
Gone is the darkness
That I once called my home
Or have I become it?
Am I still alone?
What love might have lived?
What heart might still beat?
I think I can feel it
I think I believe it
Gone is the darkness
That I once called my home
Or have I become it?
Am I still alone?
Gone is the fear
Or at least so it might seem
Is this the one of which
I cannot dream?
What love might have lived?
What heart might still beat?
Gone is the darkness
That I once called my home
Or have I become it?
Am I still alone?
Gone is the fear
Or at least so it might seem
Is this the one of which
I cannot dream?
