It’s not to live,    it’s to survive,   yes I am tired of being blind,   I passed many years,    awaiting a sign,   yes I am tired of being blind,   it’s not my kind to pursue lies (oh),      just right on time,    even if I would not have bet a dime,   at the end of the line,   I recover what’s mine,   it sounds like a rhyme,   in tune with a previous life,   I glimpse the bind,   strange things come to my mind,      it’s not to live,    it’s to survive,   Yes I am tired of being blind,   I passed many years,    awaiting a sign,   yes I am tired of being blind,   it’s not my kind to pursue lies (oh),      after the night, a new dawn,   some things I left undone,   the un-me, this pawn, meets my soul,      an all-new horizon,   a change in the mood, in the tone.   a part of me is gone,   I don’t know what’s lost or what’s won.    but what is done is done      a change in the mood, in the tone,   a part of me is gone,   I don’t know what’s lost or what’s won,    but what is done is done.