Look into my eyes you see the passion till the day I die, so as the sairset time slip through my hour glass, I look to the future never back at the past, then the sun starts to fall in the dust, and we take a glims of the evil laying within, there′s a man laying there crying like a child, who's wondering if hes really ever truly smiled, he knows what's it liked to walk about a thousand miles, he′s seen all the tribulations, been through all the trails, he can′t seem to break free the web he've spun, the weight on his shoulders feels like a thousand tons, he′s face bears a smile everytime he looks at the sky, but it's a whole different story when the night comes