Shadows far behind my eyes

Yet faster, still, runs sorrow.

Some try to stop what they think right,
They try and try, with all their might,
At certain times, they push to far,
At certain times, they leave a scar,
And other times they fall behind,
And let their failure turn them blind,
At times like these we shall stand tall,
And try to keep them from our wall,
For they don't know the taste of glee,
Nor what it means to be as free,
As birds, as sparrows flying fast,
As horses, wild steeds racing past,
And some of us have stayed so long,
Without a break in our song,
Without the taste of joy divine,
Why must such fate always be mine?