Tides of Fate
As he stood at the gates
Threshold to the unknown
Waiting to step into a new world
Willful to fulfill his vow
How little did he know
Here at the tides, the tides of fate
Clinging on a last vestige of hope
How little did he know
How little did he know
How little did he know
Did he know
What was left behind
Oh so he mourns it all
Which road needs to be travelled
So he is waiting for some call
Which lessons will it bear?
Does his task contain any scope?
Will this journey unveil any aim?
Even now he's still got hope
Memories fading
A new path he's searching
Ideas turn into nothing
Convenience vanishing
Will he see
Will he search
Will he strive
Will he find
Sufferings rising
Oh he endures some more
Pains are growing
So he is close about to fall
Endless yearning
Will his way lead him home?
Sense of an ending
Even now he's still got hope
See doubts intoxicating his mind
He begins to understand that there is nothing out here to be found
Whatever childish hope lead him here
There's this new reality showing him that all fell apart
An empty world that he's facing
Barren lands that he must wander
Abandoned realms he will be tracing
Not knowing what he'll be finding
Buried by the tides of time
What knowledge is to be found
What caused all of this
The search for answers, the new purpose
Threshold to the unknown
Waiting to step into a new world
Willful to fulfill his vow
How little did he know
Here at the tides, the tides of fate
Clinging on a last vestige of hope
How little did he know
How little did he know
How little did he know
Did he know
What was left behind
Oh so he mourns it all
Which road needs to be travelled
So he is waiting for some call
Which lessons will it bear?
Does his task contain any scope?
Will this journey unveil any aim?
Even now he's still got hope
Memories fading
A new path he's searching
Ideas turn into nothing
Convenience vanishing
Will he see
Will he search
Will he strive
Will he find
Sufferings rising
Oh he endures some more
Pains are growing
So he is close about to fall
Endless yearning
Will his way lead him home?
Sense of an ending
Even now he's still got hope
See doubts intoxicating his mind
He begins to understand that there is nothing out here to be found
Whatever childish hope lead him here
There's this new reality showing him that all fell apart
An empty world that he's facing
Barren lands that he must wander
Abandoned realms he will be tracing
Not knowing what he'll be finding
Buried by the tides of time
What knowledge is to be found
What caused all of this
The search for answers, the new purpose
Credits
Writer(s): Christian Schmit
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