Slowly drifting far from the path Forgetting the words I held so dearly He loves me, but I feel neglected I'm still a child, looking for simpleness In the name of truth I'm a grown man Should have learned that happiness isn’t everything Thinking black but the greyscale is wide You will see! Chaos to bliss! Starring with turbid eyes Looking for someone else to follow Let this dry worship I have, become, rippled Dealing with apathy and sorrow I mourn the daylight to come For that matter, life isn’t slightless Thinking black but the greyscale is wide The good pain, that we endure every hour We suffer as the early servants, who was eager to put their faith in front of sience Knowing the saviour, out of this sphere is the creator of man The solver of patterns, the healer of wounds When life shrinks, you show us your kingdom When the strenght falters, you give us courage When emptiness in mind, pours out of our concentration You take us to your fathom so we can rest I'm leaving the place associated with fear As a deer infront of the light I turn left then right, waiting for darkness Though I can breathe out and return This voice inside says; make your own way For that matter, life isn’t slightless Thinking black but the greyscale is wide The good pain, that we endure every hour and single day We are defended, you might not even see it Not dying inside, blessings will fall upon us We suffer as the early servants, who was eager to put their faith in front of sience The restorer of foundations, the healer of wounds Knowing the saviour, out of this sphere is the creator of man