Peace of mind,
...it comes with life insurance.

One last statement
for the sake of what's the soul.
One last shake-up
in the wake of lost control.
One more for the ages
while the child treads unknown.
The wisdom of the sages
couldn't turn him into stone.

Distant and in dying,
there's a planet in my eyes.
A race of fallen angels
set to place their last goodbyes.
Amongst the ones in shackles,
are the ones who wrapped the chains.
The hills now cast in fire
with the skyline set to flames.

But still the child wanders,
onward and among,
passing through the ages,
if only to belong.
While stolen on the darkness
for all too very long,
may still the child wander,
...onward and among.

The fight zone, well in dire,
there's now little left to kill.
The heat of love's perspire
flows like waters into Hell,
while scars, like stars now countless,
for the ones who once kept track.
The savior clears the gallows,
with the starlight on his back.

Devistation...desolation...desperation...detination.

But still the child wanders,
onward and among,
passing through the ages,
if only to belong.
While stolen on the outskirts
for all too very long,
may still the child wander,
...onward and among.