I\'m sick of fighting the tide
I\'d love to let it take me
Shackled I remain
But one day I will break free
For how long will hope prevail?
Does it die like faith in love?
Or will it survive long after I\'m dead
Like the stars in heaven above?
To whom I ask these questions
I simply do not know
Some day I\'ll find my answers
And with the tide I go