There only has to be one
It sneaks up like a shadow
During the darkest hour
There\'s an escape atop
The gloomy grey stone tower
The fall though is so far
When only five steps from the top
To the bottom is a long way to go
The tower flies on by
Yes the fall seems so slow
But on the hard ground
There is an endless dark
And nothing in the sky
The five senses are numbed
And there\'s always asking why
You\'re moving now
Step by step
And you feel the cold
When the dream is over
You will feel so old
You know it\'s not real
You\'re so sure
But then why are you still here
Five fingers on each hand tremble
From stress and hope and fear
I\'m drowning now
The water\'s harsh
I will count to five
Every day I keep on trying
And then this dream I can survive
But dreams are meaningless anyway