Far away, in a misty land
Lives a lady we call hope
Some see her as a guiding hand
Some say she's a dying joke
And the road you choose to take
Shows you what you wanna see
So you find someone to blame
And we sail on newer seas
Kill the boy, a man is born
Waging wars at the break of dawn
Fight a fight when hardest hit
At his worse he will not quit
Tired and tame would always sing
Shattered songs of broken wings
But a wise man once told me and you
The best way out is always through
Wrecking day, a scary night
To each his own hills to climb
Tune is set, the words are right
But the rhyme is yours to find
To soothe a pain, to stop a cry
For a shelter from the storm
Least to do is hold that hand
And the most, to bring it home