We are all riders on the storm
Struggling to stay above the frothy wave
Every life taking its own form
As we wait for the last defying rave

For most the storm will die away
And their sun will shine once more
But there are still some fighting, forced to stay
What will become of all they are fighting for?

On these the darkness will close in
And they will start to lose the fight
Here is where the real hardships seem to begin
As they lose their grip and surrender to the night

Why did they make the choices?
The ones that brought them here
Why did they listen to the voices?
The ones that lead them to fear