Hard Heart - Wolfstone

Its a steep hill to climb

When there’s no one there waiting

It’s a long, long way down

When you stand on your own

It’s a hard road to travel

Without companion

As you wind your way onward, a figure alone,

As you wind your way onward, a figure alone.

A brand new day dawns

With the promise of peace

Hours to fill till the next one arrives

Harvest the sorrow like a reaper blade cutting

A moment of peace as the final hour dies,

A moment of peace as the final hour dies.

Down through the dark glen

Awaits the aggressor

Shrouded in mist as the victims appear

Watching the ghosts of the fathers of children

Of mercy whose deeds in the nightime draw near,

Of mercy whose deeds in the nightime draw near.

A hard heart may stand you in good stead tomorrow

The nice ones are not always what they appear

Standing alone by the old sea of shadows

As yesterdays reasons seem suddenly clear,

As yesterdays reasons seem suddenly clear.

Old hearts and flames

might flicker and crumble

New ones may pass like ships in the night

Standing alone like a sentinel watching

Until tomorrow comes with the first light,

Until tomorrow comes with the first light.