Pardon my appearance I've been fighting in the wars My arms won't stop from shaking and my feet won't touch the floor The graves of my companions I've dug them all a hundred times or more There was something calling me A vision or a dream The places I would travel to The people I would see And every time I closed my eyes It all seemed real to me Without a place to go You will find me here I wanted you to know I'll keep burning through the years It seems the gods will turn their backs on those who don't believe The crowns of their empires go to kings whom act as thieves And we the lonely desperate We struggle to rise off our knees When our good intentions seem to float up in the air Our eyes will raise up to the sky and say a mournful prayer As we the dreamers dream away A world that does not care Take me where those fires reach the sky And take me where they sing a mourners lullaby