The Lost Way

What can I do when I have no more power
to find the faith by sorrow devoured.
What can I say when hopes slowly fade
to again light the fire that got lost on the way.

How much more can I take?
What will come with the new day?
How much defeat, how many tears?
You need to cut all the thorns that pierce.
How many tears?
How much more can I take?
What will come with the new day?
How much defeat, how many tears?
You need to cut all the thorns that pierce.
How many tears?

What can I do, which way to go
to save myself, the last good thought.
What can I say when I’m out of breath,
unable to find the key to cheat death.

How much more can I take?
What will come with the new day?
How much defeat, how many tears?
You need to cut all the thorns that pierce.
How many tears?
How much more can I take?
What will come with the new day?
How much defeat, how many tears?
You need to cut all the thorns that pierce.
How many tears?

What can I do when time runs like it’s insane,
when old wounds are washed with acid again.
What can I say when the mocking world’s power
tears my heart into pieces like a fragile flower.
What can I do when I have no more power
to find the faith by sorrow devoured.
What can I say when hopes slowly fade
to again light the fire that got lost on the way.

How much more can I take?
What will come with the new day?
How much defeat, how many tears?
You need to cut all the thorns that pierce.
How many tears?
How much more can I take?
What will come with the new day?
How much defeat, how many tears?
You need to cut all the thorns that pierce.
How many tears?