They say that he's passed, was lost at sea
Slave to the world, he was never free
The widow weeps by the willow tree,
Dirge echoes on without me
Voices lost in a surging stream
Is this real or just a dream?
A million tears, a thousand dreams...
Shattered hopes riding on the breeze
I search through the darkness
grown weary from the light.
I know there's something out there
hidden in the night.
And though I may run to the
slow, slow setting setting sun
Through the thickness of the rain
I have all my life to gain.
Set his course on a sea of fame
Searching for love in material gain
Searched in vain til his years grew long
His will was weak and his heart not strong.
Voices lost in a surging stream
Is this real or just a dream?
A million tears, a thousand dreams...
Shattered hopes riding on the breeze
I search through the darkness
grown weary from the light.
I know there's something out there
hidden in the night.
And though I may run to the
slow, slow setting setting sun
Through the thickness of the rain
I have all my life to gain.
I searched through the darkness
grown weary from the light.
I know there's something out there
hidden in the night.
And though I may run to the
slow, slow setting setting sun
Through the thickness of the rain
I have all my life to gain...
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Lyrics submitted by Mike Trischetta.