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From a distant day

Feeling the wind of decay

Afraid of what we have saw

Reaching for what we’ve prayed

Standing in the middle of a desert

Hope and joy were just an image

Feelings are nothing but inert

From an old book we turned the page

Couldn’t keep our eyes up

To see the top of the mountain

You say the climb may end as a drop

And it’s more than you can contain

Bridge

Our souls are drifting by

No reasons, who’s to tell

Was it just a trip

With a transit to hell?

Chorus

Deeper you think we go

Cannot see the light of the other side

Now, you made it all stop

Should i fight till we get to the top?