The sky is getting darker.
Storms start rolling in
Something moves me forward.
Helps me walk between the winds.
Clouds begin to gather.
They hide the stars.
My eyes on the horizon...
The Zebra isn't far
The land before me,
Seems too low. Seems too high.
The hills... The valleys...
Is where The Zebra meets the sky.
Gotta follow the path. Walk the talk.
Fear is the gate.
One day I'll kiss the border,
Where the new horizon waits.
I'm not so sure of things today.
I'm in a constant haze.
Sunrise brings darkness.
Dawn's seen better days.
I won't look behind me.
I won't go where I've been.
Something pulls me forward.
The Zebra shines again.