awake my soul, old weary friend it shows in your eyes...
the passion in i, once ageless now old, simple mans demise...
all i see, all i breathe, all i feel is the inner depths of i self...
all i need, all i want, all i desire is someone who can help...
why is passion sleeping, is that not once all i had left?...
i and i temple shut down, this pursuit of life gone to rest...
where is i rebellion, why is everything so out of control?...
old weary friend, take a stand and fight, awake my soul...

-awake my soul-