it's hard to see see in the darkness hard to find find your way home and if there is no home when you get there it is hard to reach your way out of being alone this canyon has an echo like the hollow in my heart and the wind has a sigh like the soft in a cry and if i am just the bitter in a woman growing wise oh moon on the water help me to rise hope is to the flame like kinder is to romance or the candle inside the dreamer that lights their eyes no one can see me i've grown cold as ashes burnt out and tired as the fade of the sky