I can work through this. It will not take hold of me. When I cling to tight things still slip away? In the failing light, all else fades away. I hold on to hope. When will it hold me? Can I stop here for a moment? It wouldn't be the way. I keep moving on, ready for what comes my way Who am I without this? It's been so long I feel like it's a part of me Who am I given this? It's hard to see it any other way Can I stop here for a moment? It wouldn't be the way. I keep moving on, ready for what comes my way If I stop here for a moment, It wouldn't be the way. I keep moving on, ready for what comes my way