Blood

I was born to seek the truth, but
I was haunted by a darkened youth
Dreams I held onto are slipping away
Slowly through the night we crawl into another day

These words have been my blood
More than my hands, they know how to hold
-these truths, and mine
Into this world

We set out on an open road
Where others gone we cannot go
And looking on at all we chose
Speaking of things we cannot know

These words have been my blood
More than my hands, they know how to hold
-these truths, and mine
Into this world.