My mind is tired of walking against the tide,
It begins to flicker on this treacherous ride.
It must be an illusion created by my exhausted mind,
The type that makes you search when there is actually nothing to find.
But my heart will not let me change my route,
So i must endure the pain till i taste its sweet fruit.
Hear me god and give me the strength,
So that i can fight the current and swim full length.
But the dark forces refuse to let me go on,
But to finish this quest is the reason the wise say i was born.