do you fight for your mind?
do you?
do you fight to keep your soul?
do you?
if the thief came to steal
if the thief came to destroy
would he get what he came for?
only the cross remains
in my head noise counters movement
centering around the uneasy nexus that has become sanity
serene it is not, bloodied from years of war
I fade, become weary i do not know how much longer i can last
but the cross remains
the black reaches out to me, tries to be my friend
i can not see the fog is blinding
the sea of mis-truth everywhere
i can not find my way out
but the cross remains
deeper and deeper i go,
i try to find my way out
sword in one, out of another
i am trying to will my way
but i'm dieing and i can feel it
too many wounds of old
help me somebody, anyone at all
i can't seem to find the reasons
i can't seem to find the truth
yet the cross remains...
and all else fades away,
only the cross remains
shining like a beacon across the stormy sky
bringing me home
showing me home
i am, because of He
who died and rose for me
the cross will remain
