Once I tried to calculate The length of every step I'd took to date Never could I truly see Miles never had the heart of me Miles never had that part of me I could never bear that cross to be Out across an endless stream Echoes of a long forgotten dream Most of us have paid a price Running on the fuel of bad advice Taken from a soul in constant vice Skating out upon thin ice In my sleep I see it still Something in the form of heavenly ill I could die a thousand times Only to arise inside my mind Only to behold the ties that bind Only waking cold and blessedly blind