The Art Of Survival

He makes his way through the heart of the night,

With all he owns in a pack

Those childhood ways disappeared in the struggle,

And it don't look like they're coming back

His heart is pounding like a drum in a cayon,

Givin' him courage and fear

He'll walk the footsteps of a man for the first time

While he's holding back the boys tears

Hungry and cold, so young and so old

There's so much that he doesn't know

But the voice that's inside him

Keeps telling him mile after mile

You're learning the art of survival

He eyes the lights of an ageless horizon,

Rising up from the sand

He aches for something to believe in and guide him

Out across this no man's land

Bridges behind him are burning to ashes

There's no way that he can turn back

But that voice that's inside him keeps telling him mile after mile

It's all in the art of survival

Dreams burn like wildfire

He feels the warmth in his bones

Faces of loved ones

Place like he's never known

Bridges behind him are burning to ashes

There's no way that he can turn back

But that voice that's inside him keeps telling him mile after mile

This is all in the art of survival

This is all in the art of survival…