where's there to go that hasn't been gone
what's after night but prospect of dawn

these trails do wind but turns out they sway
like the trees in the sun on hurricane day

can't see the end but you know where it's at
i'm walking on the tracks of my own front step

knock on the door it's not what's inside
it's the pass through these walls
the hatred and the stories belied

but where are we now? where's there to go?
i set foot where my foots been before
i lay eyes whence my eyes have been burnt
i stare, i stare at these walls till they melt

can't you see i'm dying
don't you care these shackles won't break
how can a light lead me astray
how can my feet know where to point

but i just keep on saying...

"just keep your pace you not going to stop
keep on climbing, until you're on top"