Lost in Translation

He lost faith on a rainy Monday When the storm gathered at the door It would take him a month of Sundays To get back what he had before Knocked down, knocked out Not sure what life's about All his hopes are reduced to nothing All his future insecure The road to the left looks dark and daunting The road to the right is an endless hill The road in the middle still scares him a little But he doesn't have a choice of standing still He cried up to the heavens "This wasn't my design There must have been an error There must have been some grave mistake" And struggling every second Was pointless and sublime Wherein he found his character Wherein he found he couldn't break The cold breeze on a rainy Monday Slumped down with his head in his hands Never felt so crushed or humbled Overwhelmed by life's demands No hope, no plan Right back where he began Could have sworn that the sky was falling Couldn't hold it in his hands The first little step was dark and daunting The second after that was harder still He knew he was slowing but he kept on going 'Cause the flavor of defeat is the bitterest pill He cried up to the heavens "This wasn't my design There must have been an error There must have been some grave mistake" And struggling every second Was pointless and sublime Wherein he found his character Wherein he found he couldn't break And the wind blows And the wind blows Lost in translation From shire to town to nation Fulfilling the ancient As time rewards the patient Now it's time for you to forget Your distant glory Now it's time for you to fulfill Another story Maybe a painter A guide, a clerk, a maker Or maybe a writer A king, a star, a fighter Now it's time for you to forget Your distant glory Now it's time for you to fulfill Another story And it's not about the place you go It's what you're learning And it's all about the way you grow Along the journey The road to the left looks dark and daunting The road to the right is an endless hill The road in the middle still scares him a little But he doesn't have a choice of standing still He cried up to the heavens "This wasn't my design There must have been an error There must have been some grave mistake" And struggling every second Was pointless and sublime Wherein he found his character Wherein he found he couldn't break Rounded down Built back up Polished, crowned Filled with love And the wind blows And the wind blows