Casted shadows of our doubt
begin to stain the walls
a competant man
who by some sorrow
begins to walk, then crawls

Faster and faster a path is burned
into our consious thought
when what we've traveled
is lost not left 
for all the ones we've faught

Then by some light
we find a way
and conquer what is ours
but what's one is lost
at freedom's cost 
found beyond these bars