Bill Miller - The Art Of Survival Lyrics
He makes his way through the heart of the night,With all he owns in a packThose childhood ways disappeared in the struggle,And it don't look like they're coming backHis heart is pounding like a drum in a cayon,Givin' him courage and fearHe'll walk the footsteps of a man for the first timeWhile he's holding back the boys tearsHungry and cold, so young and so oldThere's so much that he doesn't knowBut the voice that's inside himKeeps telling him mile after mileYou're learning the art of survivalHe eyes the lights of an ageless horizon,Rising up from the sandHe aches for something to believe in and guide himOut across this no man's landBridges behind him are burning to ashesThere's no way that he can turn backBut that voice that's inside him keeps telling him mile after mileIt's all in the art of survivalDreams burn like wildfireHe feels the warmth in his bonesFaces of loved onesPlace like he's never knownBridges behind him are burning to ashesThere's no way that he can turn backBut that voice that's inside him keeps telling him mile after mileThis is all in the art of survivalThis is all in the art of survival