Striding forever down the road; continuous stream of losses   Leaving wrecks at every turning; broken glass and crosses   Whispers in the trees and ghosts in the attic   Will the sailor ever reach the shore   Will we ever know if there is more      Which is the curse, which is the gift; let me touch the sky   When we are born or when we die      For the love that was gone; for the hiding of the sun   Let us hope for a better day   For your savior on the cross; for the worker who was lost   Let us hope for days when sorrow as glory will be   Just as sweet a memory      He who lost can always hope for better times beyond   He will regret, who lost, when convinced that he had won   Be there reason; be there healing for the burning in our souls   Be it the end will stop us from screaming   For in life we're dancing on coals      The one who will follow you through this game   Born, dying or going insane   I'm in pain therefore I am   Longing for safety when out of control   Longing for freedom when future's foretold   I'm longing therefore I am      Which is the curse, which is the gift; let me touch the sky   When we are born or when we die      For the love that was gone; for the hiding of the sun   Let us hope for a better day   For your savior on the cross; for the worker who was lost   Let us hope for days when sorrow as glory will be   Just as sweet a memory   Over yonder, far away   Always seeking a better day   Hunting the glory for sorrow to pay   I am; I am; I am   Therefore I am      She dances alone; in cages of ice   Mother and daughter; of glory and sorrow   Eternal beting; our path to tomorrow   True goddess; the flame of life