We carry like an anchor
The tribulations of our youth
Some allege it without bearing
But our bruises scream the truth
Once the hold is broken
We will throw the world away
To anticipate the battles
Of another sordid day
Higher now we raise our shields
In protection of our causes
We waste the time we've borrowed
As our heartaches give no pauses
If someone were to ask us
Are you living or existing?
Are you quietly complying
Or violently resisting?
Fighting time and all it's pleasures
Fighting God and all his plans
Fighting off the fated minutes
Surrendered to His hand
We'll hold tight to the knowledge
That we'll one day freely walk
No longer bound in prisons
Created by a clock
-Bing
