As we walk the path of truth In a world of falling youth When the lark sings out of tune Child of an missfortunate age Lowards the light of inner peace In our state of foul innovation Carrying loss with disbelief It's so hard to cope with all sorrow and grief We found ourselves Found ourselves in the mire We found ourselves Found ourselves gone astray Floating on a stream that you can't believe Moving in a way that isn't real Where is all I gave? Was it all done in vain? We found ourselves Found ourselves in the mire We found ourselves Found ourselves gone astray