Tired of living, tired of dying
Tired of being somewhere in between
Tired of laughing, tired of crying
Tired of fighting a force I've yet to see
Tired of looking over my shoulder
Tired of wondering who's my friend
Tired of standing alone for a greater good
And waiting for the good life to begin
But I must fight on
Until the day my breath is gone

Chorus:
Like a king without a castle or
A shepherd without his sheep
Like a leader whose followers
Have left him in the deep
Have I abandoned all my friends
Or did they abandon me?
If I am such a strong one then
Why do I feel so weak?

I've tried seeing, tried believing
In someone I met yesterday
I've tried neglecting, tried forgetting
These fears that haunt me every day
No one can live life alone
That's what I've always heard
No one can crawl through dirt like a snake
And still fly higher than a bird
But I know I'll be all right
And one day I'll find my light

--Peter Johnson, 1997