Through the maze of dying days I’m wandering back home
I’m wandering back home

The road seems endless up ahead
I should be going back instead
of pushing further evermore
But life did change me to the core
The windshield’s blurred in front of me
The highway signs, the lights, the trees
And I don’t care what might appear
I face the truth, the loss, the fear
the loss, the fear, I carry on…

Through the mist of dying days I’m wandering back home again
I can not see what might have been, they blinded me with hate and spite

The narrow path and twilight ways,
the shady lanes that fade to gray,
reminding me of purity
that has been striped away from me.
Dying days carry along
the deepest thoughts that overcome
all the threats that might appear
I face the truth, the loss the fear
All the fear, I carry on…

Through the mist of dying days I’m wandering back home again
I can not see what might have been, they blinded me with hate and spite
Over dust of ancient ways I’m wandering back home today
Will not hear what should have been
They set the seal on my fate
on my fate…
Through the maze of dying days
I’m wandering home again (through the fire and the flood)
Over the dust of ancient ways
I’m bound for home today; I am bound for home today

Through the mist of dying days I’m wandering back home again
I can not see what might have been, they blinded me with hate and spite
Over dust of ancient ways I’m wandering back home today
Will not hear what should have been
They set the seal on my fate

Through the maze of dying days
I’m wandering back home today

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