When seeking truth the answer is the road
When seeking wisdom the journey is your home
Fight through the wind, fight through the rain
Fight through the cold
We left ourselves behind on dancing wire
The loved ones we left back home will be our choir
Let the doubters be the stick, the thorn, the brier
Fight through the wind, fight through the rain
Dance in the fire
Don't bless me
No, don't bless me
We don't want your blessings
Don't bless me
We don't want your blessings
Give me the pen
Give me the sword
Let me cut away the darkness, and pin it to the wall
Let us sing a song of beauty as before
Give us the wind, give us the wind
Give us the storm
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