If there ever was a silver lining,
Clouds so dense would cover it all,
if there is anything open,
it wont be long till it closes again.
Ideals and hope all castrate us,
and rip of our dignity,
When the world seems cruel and cold,
I know where i will be.
I will be out on the seven seas,
out of bounds and out of reach,
I will be in the jungles,
where even sunlight doesnt reach.
When the war is over
between man, his emotions and thoughts,
the victor will emerge above,
and through the haze we will see.
Light at the end of the darkness,
deep and cold and wet,
the light will shine and blind us,
and i know where i'll be.
I will be on the seven seas,
Free as a bird can ever be,
I will be in the dense jungles,
and finally sunlight i will see.
