If everyone was smart,
And everyone was rich,
And everyone was sane,
And humanity had won it's game,
I just would not be able
To give up my ancient fight.
I've fought for light,
I've fought for life,
I've fought for death,
I've crossed the world,
I've crossed the wastes,
I've fought for the most barren place,
And I will fight for the right side,
Maybe.

I know the rights,
I know the wrongs,
Why does humanity,
Just bend itself out of shape?
For a paper or a book,
Or a teacher or a God,
Or a mirror and a Dog that are in the end all the same?

Can we touch the sky all alone?
No. I don't think were home.
We haven't even passed the door,
Into the next great age.

Why was it I was built for a great task,
That never came to pass?
How long can I last?
Maybe I'll truly live at last.
Even thou I'm all alone.
An abandoned man who left his home,
And a goal that never came to be.
A broken man without destiny.
Thus I am touched by my insanity.