An excerpt from "Lyric" by Zwan

Here comes my faith to carry me on,
A faith not of grade.
I fight to to stay strong, so I
Stand accused of playing numb.
I know it is wrong,
For i give my strength,
I give my heart,
Take these chains,
And hold them as ours.
For I must shine,
And I will star
In a season, all mine.

A lyric, a time, a crusade, a line,
One minute, a friend, a road without end.
A lyric, a time, a crusade, a line,
One minute, a friend, a road without end.