Endless Days. We search for what we hold inside. So hard to find. Luck turns. will the fallen ever reach within. and rise again. For the rest of my life. I will find the answers. that were always here. I will find the meaning this time. I will fight the end. Till the end is here. Wasted time. With words that seem to break our will. They bind us still. Without a care. they tarnish what we hold so dear. what was once so clear. For the rest of my life. I will find the answers. That were always here. I will find the meaning this time. I will fight the end. Till the end is here. The end is here. The end is here. The end is here. The end is here. For the rest of my life. I will find the answers. That were always here. I will find the meaning this time. I will fight the end. Till the end is here