Once I tried to calculate
The length of every step I'd took to date
Never could I truly see
Miles never had the heart of me
Miles never had that part of me
I could never bear that cross to be
Out across an endless stream
Echoes of a long forgotten dream
Most of us have paid a price
Running on the fuel of bad advice
Taken from a soul in constant vice
Skating out upon thin ice
In my sleep I see it still
Something in the form of heavenly ill
I could die a thousand times
Only to arise inside my mind
Only to behold the ties that bind
Only waking cold and blessedly blind