Mans

tale
Every day and every night
I walk the halls alone.
Nothing's left and all is right
in the darkest hole.
When you see that man at
night
know it to be true,
that his mind dreams a
worthy fight
but where, he has no clue.
To this day, that man at night
sails the seas alone.
Going deep and running far,
from the sorrow of his soul.
Every day and every night
I walk the halls alone.
Nothing's left and all is right
in the deepest hole.
Leaning on the dying light
of his joyless past.
He now sees a bright new
spark
with a future in his grasp.

He clings hard not letting go,

but the weaves hit, oh so
strong
the ship he sails now only
rests,
on the ocean floor.
In the deep and in the dark
his mind can be at ease
But dreams he has, that shall
not pass,
his will has broken free!
To this day, that man at night
sails the seven seas.
Going deep and running far,
his word hes yet to keep.
Eyes spread wide, he
struggles hard
his thoughts now collide
the path he chose, he knows
was wrong
Hes taking back his life!

Every night and every day

the hall's no longer there

Will it be right, He cannot say

but that's where he remains.