Tranquility can end in all it's forms   And disaster can rule the day   I'm sitting in the center of hell   And I yearn to strike the match   And seldom surprised, the damned and cursed   The plans of mice and men   As he's walking out the door with a crowbar   I can hear him as he pries the latch      And the view of the light at the end of the tunnel   Makes me see more that I want to   The finish line's promise so far away   Still remains to get through      Wishing ever skyward, all I seem to see are circling hawks   Once fledglings turned to eagles, I regret having ever, ever urged them on   And all at once a voice reminds me   That salvation comes only to the brave   But the voice is growing fainter as desperately I search   And search for some small glimpse of dawn      And the view of the light at the end of the tunnel   Makes me see more that I want to   The finish line's promise so far away   Still remains to get through      Alas I sit behind an immense boulder   And I pretend to push it up a hill   I claw and scratch my way as the tunnel   On it's side becomes a hole   Nervous and in shock from the battle's rage   My mount bucks and rears and throws me to the ground   A broken sword in hand, I get to my knees   I am fighting for my soul      And the view of the light at the end of the tunnel   Makes me see more that I want to   The finish line's promise so far away   Still remains to get through      And the view of the light at the end of the tunnel   Makes me see more that I want to   The finish line's promise so far away   Still remains to get through