I've watched the seasons change. Black to white, to grey. I see them coming around again. I'm still standing, feet braced against the ground. Can you say the same? The tempest rages against me, I'm still holding up my end. Get the feeling I'll never win, that won't stop me from another try. Self built walls hold me down, that won't stop me from another try. Not worried about the end because I don't know where to begin. I won't be kept here, imprisoned in my fear. I've watched the seasons change. Black to white, to grey. I see them coming around again. I'm still standing, feet braced against the ground. Can you say the same? The tempest rages against me, I'm still holding up my end. I'm still standing. Still holding up my end. I'm still standing. Still holding up my end. Get the feeling I'll never win. Get the feeling I'll never win, that won't stop me from another try. Self built walls hold me down, that won't stop me from another try. Not worried about the end because I don't know where to begin. I won't be kept here, imprisoned in my fear.