Because of this thing called pride,
I have opened mine eyes and realized,
That no matter what is said or done,
At the end of it all I have won.
In the deepness of the night there is still light,
A light that shines so bright.
Yes, so bright it gives me sight,
A sight to see, A sight to follow,
A sight to be, A sight to swallow.
To swallow the stains,
To swallow the guilt,
To swallow the pain it built.
At the end of the road, at the end of the cold night,
There will be a new beginning, and a warm light over night.