I keep waiting in the dark for someone come and save me, And I've been holding onto something I could never change. We all search for higher ground, When the world comes crashing down, but I know, Nobody will come into the dark and save me. With fired claws and casted hearts, I feel my fear just fall apart. I melted down to clear my past, Then forged from fire so that I may ask: Who will you follow when the world fades to the grey? Where can I turn when the world gives up on me?