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(Hammill) |
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It's easy to say, when you're so down, that everything's pointless; your eyes burn, your ears howl, your limbs are disjointed. |
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Barren fields, the barren earth, never more will it flower. |
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Rub your face and your hands in the dirt: now is the hour! |
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So stand straight, looking over your shoulder; walk on, though you fear to arrive; don't wait till you know that it's over, be strong - it's your place to survive. |
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While the holocaust rages around you, be the eye of the storm; though the extent of disaster astounds you, forearmed is forewarned. |
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You may have passed time in happier ways, but there are other mountains to climb: you've never lived as you're living today - now is the time! |
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Stand straight, though your back breaks from trying, walk on - even now you must strive. |
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Don't wait - while you're waiting, you're dying; be strong, it's your place to survive. |
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The universe is doubtless unfolding just exactly as it should and these dreams of remorse or foreboding just won't do you any good. |
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The joy, the passion, possessions you own, the bitterness and the pain, the end of everything you've ever known... all these are ordained. |
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Stand straight looking into the future, walk on - we've each got our own lives. |
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Don't wait for a guru or tutor, be strong - it's your place to survive. |
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Stand straight, looking over your shoulder, walk on: though it hurts, you're alive. |
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Don't wait...if you wait it's all over; be strong - it's your right to survive. |
