Time will tell
my tale--
Win, lose, pass,
or fail.
A cold wind is in
my face,
as shadows pass with
out a trace.

I'm spinning out
of control,
falling into
the sun.
Burning brighter
than is wise,
It's no suprise
to anyone.

In the heart
of nowhere,
You must find a star
that's true
Retreat is not
an option.
You get out by
going through.

I fly where angels
fear to run.
I have incandes-
cent wings.
Reality's been
rough on me.
So I prefur
my dreams.

In the heart
of nowhere,
I've found a star
that's true
Retreat is not
an option.
I get out by
going through.
It's all I know
to do.