Miles of Solitude

When I show this hand All I know is I'm from this land Dusty streets and silent stares Only statues no one cares This is my home, this is where I stand Forged in the fires of this rugged land Weathered by the wind, shaped by the sand I won't be broken, I'll make my own demands Echoes of a bygone age Whispers trapped on weathered page Shadows linger, memories fade Amid the ruins mankind's made This is my home, this is where I stand Forged in the fires of this rugged land Weathered by the wind, shaped by the sand I won't be broken, I'll make my own demands [guitar solo] [guitar solo] And I'll walk alone in dust... Traveling miles if I must... [fade out]