Far away, in a misty land Lives a lady we call hope Some see her as a guiding hand Some say she's a dying joke And the road you choose to take Shows you what you wanna see So you find someone to blame And we sail on newer seas Kill the boy, a man is born Waging wars at the break of dawn Fight a fight when hardest hit At his worse he will not quit Tired and tame would always sing Shattered songs of broken wings But a wise man once told me and you The best way out is always through Wrecking day, a scary night To each his own hills to climb Tune is set, the words are right But the rhyme is yours to find To soothe a pain, to stop a cry For a shelter from the storm Least to do is hold that hand And the most, to bring it home