Lost and alone in the distant night
that feeling has gone awanderin
drifting like a log down a winding stream
sometimes it matters not what you say
sometimes there's nothing to stop the feelings
I hear the call that goes out, that drifts o'er the night
it is so strong I could almost touch you
you seem lost, I feel that way too
yet we can't give up when there's still so much to be done
stories to tell, laughter to share
The writing's not yet on the wall, sometimes life slows us down
but we are warriors
we fight the good fight and no matter how much
pain it seems to bring, no matter how lost it seems
we'll be able to win that battle, as long as we help each other
to cheer the other on
for even though the pain might not be the same
we're comrades in spirit, we walk the road
we fight the good fight
Fight on my friend, life is worth the living
even when it's for naught
troubles will be forgotten as we come together again
to tell a story, a dream to share
forget the one who stands on the outside trying to beat our spirit
beaten to a pulp that monster disappears
It matters what's in your heart
because we are warriors of life, we fight the good fight
giving thanks for the blessings sent from above