There!
Beyond the reaches
I see the coming storm
I know not where
I can find shelter
Or sense of home to be at peace
All I was seems to slip away
Into nothing
All I want is a place to call home
Sing your story
The song of trodden men
For all to see
For those who held your name
No saviors no glory
A last shred of valor left
We are the lone
The lost men on the plains
Rider, rider
Who are you running from
What is your name worth to you
And what you’ve done?